Monday, May 2, 2011


I want to let it consume me.
To slip backwards into the warm ocean's thick embrace
and float, swim even.
I keep forgetting
that there are stones in my pockets
there are stones in the lining of my clothes
are stones tangled in the locks of my hair
stones wedged in my throat
in place of my eyes.

I keep forgetting
I will sink.


Anonymous said...

let it consume you, darling.

you are a gem. and i love these photos...

katherine said...

time to start choosing which stones to throw overboard. Then maybe you can float to the next shore.

beautiful writing.

Molly said...

strip and cut your hair. there's always choices.

i've used this on my blog and linked it, i hope you don't mind.