Monday, January 16, 2023

too much me



When I feel whole, I am a small sun, burning warm, nourishing light. When I am in fear, I worry that I am a tall fluorescent bulb, squinting eyes, and aching heads. It is during these moments of fear that I wonder if I am too much, too much me. 

And so off I go to be alone, to hide and hide 
at home.

at

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

The Darkest Eggs

Infinite light - it hums within all things. Even the darkest eggs eventually crack, spilling white and yellow. So when you meet or confront ...

  • Cunnilingus
    She pulls her index and middle fingers to her mouth and sticks her tongue between them.  "What does this mean?"  Mom asks, frighte...
  • Shrewdness
    I am the introvert hostess hiding inside her bathroom. G uests arrive to my writings on the wall, to platters of awkward tension and to ...
  • Happy
    She held a box of crackers and a couple of other things in her hands, which I cannot remember now. And as her three items went beep, beep...