For a while now I’ve needed this poem that would channel me into that little piece of my mind where i am wise and i’m floating and I know to create.
For a while now I’ve been needing to have a man touch me low, on my back, and walk through the streets of new york city and eat really fresh fruit.
For a while now I’ve been damned to find my own time to drink wine and breathe and scribble a letter to a friend and salute to the sun in the morning.
For a while now the waist of my denim cuts in too tight and I have avoided memories where I met him and the reasons I allowed him to walk away.
For a while now I’ve sat in stillness and I’ve listened to my mother and I’ve known right from wrong and I’ve not yet gained the courage.
For a while now my lense has hung still and my hair has curled to the scalp and the greens have been illuminated with the rain.
For a while now these shelves have been hiding holes and my battery has been drained and the heat outside has not been that inspiration that I remember so well.
For a while now I’ve been planning and I’ve been sitting in the dark like some families do and I’ve been nourished and I’m fine.