Little [Random] Things

Sisters, you once told me, stay together for ever, hearts enfolded into little protective shells. You rolled out cookie dough and cut the slab, snowmen and flowers and sugary snails. I was just a little girl, fascinated by the intricate swirls in which you did your hair, burning with questions that polarized answers and pulled them from your very innards. You were so old in spirit your back curved under the weight of your thoughts, and the luster of your hair could protect you from bullets, could save me from anything. You were bruised black and blue, and your heart burned with all the lies: I slipped on ice and bruised my cheek, I walked into a door and blackened my eye. Sisters stick together, you whispered when my tears coagulated like fat little monsters, racing down my cheeks, the first time I'd ever been hit, a slight pinch on my forearm that paled next to your blue face. It had been such a long time that it took ...

I have been falling for quite some time, my arms pinwheeling madly through blue, blue skies; forever have I waited, forever have I prayed to meet the tangle of your distant eyes, to see the lips that stretch and slip and smile, to recognize the swell of skin over bones. I have dreamed of you; you move as in water, slow languid, the thin lick of summer's tongue on the icy snow; your voice so angelic the air shatters with force; I woke with tears on my cheeks and the taste of bitter impossibility searing my tongue. I have loved you so much my heart yearns to be free of the weight, the cold icy chill of being trapped in fire; you who have never looked twice my way who might love me, love me, if you'd only  met me, if you'd only look into my eyes, if you'd only saw me through the endless, endless sea of imaginings.

Lulu is as beautiful as the translucent white shine of the fairy pond: Lulu you loved, Lulu you cried, Lulu you flew you flew until you fell against the red hot tickle of the sun. Lulu said nothing as you burned- Lulu, her eyes, red and orange, flickering faster and faster. Lulu you screamed like a charred fingernail, perfect as a rainbowed tear. Lulu is lovely like the opaque white glitter of your scattered bones, each reflecting the flickers of Lulu’s ancient, ancient smile. 12/2/2014 in connection with my last post // hoping I find back some of my creative inklings like I had a couple years ago

How have you been? She’s thinking about the first time they met, standing outside the library as the heat bore into daytime. He had been wearing a blue poncho, crinkled at the edges, staring up at the sun like he’d never seen such a beautiful sight. She’d watched him bob his head to something she wouldn’t understand and wished she’d had the courage to ask him his name as the bus jostled to the curb. I hope you’re well, of course. She remembered sitting at the bus window trying to memorize his face when he’d looked straight at her, a smile already indenting his face, as if he’d known she was looking him. I miss you. The time he found the baby robin underneath a tree, cradling the tiny body in his palms, looking up for the nest. Him watching her watch him, the crackle of rain outside beating down the rest of her defenses. The memory of his blue poncho hanging in her hallway, him lining his shoes up at the edge of her door before sliding across the floors in his socks. ...