I never take photos of myself. I want to take some so I can look back and remember.
Today I imagine a future where I am happy and on valentine’s day he hands me a book of Anne Sexton’s poems. Today is more a gesture of a day than a real day. Today.
Okay, am doing as you say Tahlia two years ago- looking back and remembering.
How very very very different things are.
The forehead marking:
Ash Wednesday,
I think .Will never know for sure.
Oh, weeping woman.
I love the way you live
like a parasite.
Alive in my bile.
You have so many colours
Now you are electrified.
Weeping Woman II
I go to see her;
My own particular friend,
Who has become a pilgrimage.
And I know I will visit you
On ten monumental occasions.
I feel my spirit was caught in you
And I am rediscovering
an age old secret.
I will kneel before you someday
When I have the guts-
Not today.
Weeping Woman, you are a gift to my heart.
No- you are my heart.
and each time I visit I find you different.
I am inundated
I have been enlisted with the sisters
Who carry sob sodden hearts
Pinned to our chests.
Do not interrupt me
Now I have my self set on a course with you
My southern star
My shining guide
I was so preoccupied with your forehead
I ignored the nose,
the slick mucus sheen
and the dissolve of body and of composure
in the world of grief
the atmosphere
or stratosphere
the world beyond the world
where I shall live
when they come to collect me
Where I have always lived
If you are not bothered by stone facts
by check list things
by signed verification
if you feel before you see.
my wicked lentil salad
2 cups of lentils
1/4 cup chopped walnuts
1/2 cup of spinach
1 tomato diced
1 red onion diced
Vinaigrette:
1/4 cup olive oil
(just under) 1/4 cup vinegar
1 tbsp honey
1 tbsp dijon mustard
1 tsp cayenne pepper
1 tsp cinnamon
Happy New Year!
