Witching weather

I don't want sunshine. That tame, sleepy warmth.
Give me storm clouds, gath'ring like a  coven
On the horrizon, clothed in their best black
Cocktail dresses, throwing amphibious
Ingredients with abandon into
A cauldron until something starts to boil.
I don't want sunshine. I want witching weather.

Day 30

Day 30. Here we are folks. See you again soon.  This poem is clumsy but it was important to me that I wrote it. Today's mood: https://youtu.be/RIZdjT1472Y

For Taeer

When I'm with you

My favorite thing is

To curl up in a ball in your sternum. 

Wrap the warmth of your beating heart

Around my shoulders and

Let your steady voice rock me to sleep.

Sometimes you aren't enough.

I couldn't make a bobsled team with me and you

Couldn't fill the spots on a pool tournament roster

But together we could play a hell of a game of bridge

Together we pedal a tandem like champs

I would like you to take me apart piece by piece

I would like you to build a Lincoln log cabin from my ribs

I would like you to devour my words like you've been fasting and I'm the first meal you've come across.

I would like you to tell me you love me in the same well worn words you've told me

one hundred, one thousand times before.

Just so I can say it back.

Day 29

Second to last day. Today's mood: https://youtu.be/JRWox-i6aAk

"Blue jeans, white shirt/ Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn"-- Blue Jeans by Lana Del Rey

"Lana leaves a trail of flopping tongues. She picks one up, autographs it, throws it over her shoulder and walks to our gate."--Lana Del Rey Walks Through Airport Security Megan Falley

One foot presses against the ground, made anxious by the close proximity of her skin. The other lauches into her next step and the collective silence of the room wraps itself around her bare shoulders. The ground behind where she has walked looks darker, less complete without her.

Every time her eyelashes brush against the skin of her cheeks every nerve in every body in the room stands to attention in a militant declaration of loyalty. Her eyes are the atmosphere holding us to this earth, pushing down on our shoulders with pounds of pressure. Her eyes are the force of universal entropy, pulling every cell apart from every other cell into countless spinning pieces.

Every time she takes a step I want to capture that motion in a scent and breath it in every night before I go to sleep. Every time she takes a step I am sure I believe in god. Every time she takes a step I want to get her name tattooed in a universe on my skin. I know the universe will never capture the vastness of her.

Day 28

Today's mood is an owl city song. Pick 1, they all sound the same. https://youtu.be/psuRGfAaju4

A Spell for Survival

I would build myself a home in between my ribs
To be closer to the thunderstorm of my heart
And I would indulge my more voyeuristic impulses by visiting vertebrae
To see the lightning of my nerves.
Every month I would frolic in the monsoon of blood
From my uterus--a sacrifice to my still barren womb.
The earthquake of my thigh muscles ebbs and flows
But I delight in its destructive potential.

The magic, when it's always storming, is being willing to dance in the rain.

Day 27

Homestretch. Smile at someone today. Today's mood: https://youtu.be/FL3Id1pfRM4

Sonnet 18

I would compare you to nature but to
Be frank, that's trite and actually your
DNA is closer to a mushroom
Then a rose. Also, beauty standards are
Patriarchal and oppressive at best.

Day 26

Four! More! Days! And it's Friday! Today's mood: https://youtu.be/z9Uz1icjwrM

Today's prompt is repetition this poem is also a villanelle which means that it fits in a rigorous format and also I'm pretty bad at it. Still, it was an instructive exercise.

Rain on Roof

Today I drove and listened to the rain
Pattering patterns in big raindrops, wet
Noise, filling silence then noise again

I often use the radio when I drive
To school and let the music drown my thoughts, but
Today I drove and listened to the rain

All my drive was covered with the shade
Or rainy clouds, gath'ring raindrops going slap
Noise, filling silence then noise again.

When music plays it helps drown out pain
Sorrow, and shame, and the rest
Today I drove and listened to the rain

I felt so lonely only with my shame
Without a voice or song to soothe me
Noise, filling silence then noise again.

My drive was filled with long forgotten pain
I arrived and found that I was spent
Today I drove and listened to the rain
Noise, filling silence then noise again

Day 25

This week has been a long week. But next week will be better. And the next.

Today's mood: https://youtu.be/FTQbiNvZqaY

I'd rather be dancing
I am a painter with my feet
A poet with my toes
I make sentences with my finger tips
I would spell out the metaphor of a sunrise
When I swish my hips

To say that I am a poet of the body
Would be ostentatious at best
Intolerable at worst. I would
rather lead you
My hand steady on your shoulder blades
Your weight resting on my forearms
Around the room in a swing so smooth
You suspect you're floating.
I would like to move you.