We are one of them

I want to live in a world where dogs have faces like coyotes and foxes. Where the trees lose their leaves. Where we can have free ice cream and lunches in the ocean and endless books on short shelves. Wine in plastic cups.

I want to live in a world where we hurt. We hurt so we can recover.

We recover to change–to try again.

Is that you knocking on my door, on my heart, on my conscience?

I want to live in a world where babies don’t lose the sparkle in their eye: where we keep that brightness on the pupil. I feel like I’m just getting it back–that light in my eyes. I’m not ready to lose it again. To give it up.

It’s always been about more than my body, but maybe you will never understand that.

The personal is political.

I went for a run and tapped out peace with my toes.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s