My apologies for my absence. 3 weeks straight if 14-20 hour work days on the consulting assignment from hell. First paid work in 2 years; had to take it. International aid org., revising/ translating over 1000 pages of rpoject detail. Leaves no time for anyhting else at the moment.
Many North American trbes believed that the achieving of perfection in a work of art trapped one;s soul in the piece. They always created a built-in flaw to give the soul an escape route.
Found this gem on FB today, and thought of you to share it with:
leaving is not enough; you must
stay gone. train your heart
like a dog. change the locks
even on the house he’s never
visited. you lucky, lucky girl.
you have an apartment
just your size. a bathtub
full of tea. a heart the size
of Arizona, but not nearly
so arid. don’t wish away
your cracked past, your
crooked toes, your problems
are papier mache puppets
you made or bought because the vendor
at the market was so compelling you just
had to have them. you had to have him.
and you did. and now you pull down
the bridge between your houses.
you make him call before
he visits. you take a lover
for granted, you take
a lover who looks at you
like maybe you are magic. make
the first bottle you consume
in this place a relic. place it
on whatever altar you fashion
with a knife and five cranberries.
don’t lose too much weight.
stupid girls are always trying
to disappear as revenge. and you
are not stupid. you loved a man
with more hands than a parade
of beggars, and here you stand. heart
like a four-poster bed. heart like a canvas.
heart leaking something so strong
they can smell it in the street.
-Marty McConnell, "Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell"
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