I got married in a discount gown with a low back and my older male friend said, “I though you were a good girl” when he saw the photos. I thought I was, too. Everybody told us we were children. Which is true, though not strictly speaking. We could vote and go to war, but not drink or rent a car. I suppose that says something about what the powerful think of us, but that is not my point here. My point is that neither of us had fully formed prefrontal cortexes which one needs to make long term decisions. But the more ancient, rudimentary parts of our brains—the parts…
When You Find What Doesn’t Belong
There is a sense in me of what belongs and - maybe more sharply - what doesn't.
Lost & Found
She waits at the bottom, tossed down with the fury of surprise. With the demons and the boogeymen. She doesn’t know if she’ll get out, but she hopes because hope is wise. And she is wisdom. When you crack the lid a bit, to peer down into the darkness There she is. With a candle she didn’t have to light for it to burn, and she smiles A tempered wish “There you are. I thought you’d forgotten.” And it breaks your heart It breaks her open. She climbs into your lap for comfort, you feel unworthy to soothe her She doesn’t care. She needs you. Her tears like keys unlock…