8/20/17

museums are full of broken things

and it’s called art

but when people fall apart

we are simply

               broken

8/19/17

i am a forest fire

a storm that no one wants to dance in

i am a liability

too much for everyone

but i am worth the trouble

until then,

i will disappear into the sun

8/16/17

i am not surprised

that i was again forgotten

i find that i expect this of others

because it happens so frequently

with friends or partners

but the pain of being forgotten

never hurts any less

8/16/17

things that are easily forgotten:

clean laundry in the dryer

clean dishes in the dishwasher

mail in the mailbox

what time the meeting starts

me.

8/12/17

nursing is the most beautiful of all arts

years of dedication and preparation

to care for a living body,

a beating heart,

a canvas very much alive

8/9/17

she is extraordinary

i become breathless every time she speaks

each word filled with honey

her voice angelic

i become speechless every time she moves

each curve perfectly designed

her body magnificent

i am entranced in her presence

8/7/17

she demands attention

to be seen, heard, known

she unknowingly draws every eye in the room

her existence the entire focus

she is blind to her own power

i have succumbed, i will not resist

how lucky i am to know her

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