Tuesday, May 28, 2013

May 28th


Collecting another sunset.

Thursday, May 23, 2013

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

The Sling Diaries, Vol. III: Memory

(for abuelita )

flowers are memories
& you have become my own dusky floral memory
with your powder scented soaps
and shower curtains made of alençon lace
and clouded rosewaters surrounded by glittery glow-in-the-dark virgin marys

you died one week before rosalita was born.
at your funeral i ran out of the cathedral during ave maria
and stumbled wildly onto a deserted playground
and 
with 9 months of rosalita inside of me
climbed to the highest point of the wooden jungle gym
and watched the buttery mango sunset transform and ripen into strawberries, then fig, then plum.
that was the last time i felt closest to you.

until this moment
when i stand once again in your empty home
left only with your
powder scented soaps
wearing the baby you loved so much
that you missed by
7 days.

I am wearing a Simple Silk Sling in Fig, c/o Sakura Bloom

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

On Dying


first, phrases became melodies
a tornado of emotion morphs quietly into half-notes and semibreves with time signatures that only made sense in different galaxies
colors hovered above me and became me
i was a holographic ghost
someone whispered "burn me"
they were weeping but their tears were different
they were less like the grey rain on earth and more like this brilliant, scattered glass across the moon
but
eventually i had to discover
how the sky feels on your face as we flew away from earth

Sunday, May 5, 2013

From The Weekend


We went to a beautiful wedding this weekend.
The bride rode in on a horse drawn carriage.
It was like magic.