Soaked

I misunderstood the lines in the story

Waited in the rain at the wrong stop

Disappointing  myself again

Forgetting everything I did by the end of the day

Silk

I found this silk runner

In an attic thrift shop

Sensually I owned it

Consciously today removing

Familiarity from my groove

Patterns and colors

Letting go

I feel everything

A blue rainbow

Twice as wide as the sky

I see all the souls

They are useless to me

Damaging

Crippled by ancestries of denial 

And blame

Anything can happen to anyone

Anyone can be unwavered

Gathered in the center of the sun

Ghosts

I drown my words

In Silence

Vowed to keep boundaries true

Eating walnuts out of a bag

In my car; I’m hungry

Lonely for the company 

Of No One

Daydream driving over a bridge

To where words don’t even matter 

And I was once a ghost