Good April 15

Good April 15



Good morning for story time
Good meeting day
Good meeting week(s)!
Good night to sweep the space clean

“The channel is open,” shrieks Martha.

The arms I tightened here
The nonstop motion—I’m not ready to go
My careful crawl ‘Till Death’ speedway blasting
The King above me, Louie, hairs among webs and seasoned leaves, and dirt rounding 
high ground spirit in the season, I know
The feeling of the cross in me,
The mother texting, from me: greens tomorrow
Grace tonight, she’s been with us all week
still wishing for the coming cruel heat 
The memory of my cheek on my 
concrete then
I always looked up in aim of you
Sweeping my anxiety arms to think of walking my alley telling you 
The flash story about the Unit of 3, beaming up
The taking of my own advice now
in my "monastic fantastic,” five star years.
The full moon tomorrow, weeping
relief for every title I know now in reach of me
The intention of my forcing pressure to clean. Another 
gracious piece *the happiest night of my life*
I’m just like Her
I could trust my restrictions in disciplining the frame.
The evergreen X-ray
The body is always
I couldn’t give these hours of me away I am
still getting ready
for the night SOLO night
gentle closing
the inner ability to measure magic at work, deep night
I’m seeing Her haunt the corners edge
all three—or is this four
I never wanted her in here with me
in haunting laugh, thinking ”waiting on you 
to die so I could be myself” still, is it 
the anniversary of death?
Our joy now sharing the cost I can with My Mother.
Now, sharing the cost I can
good metal in 
needed to cross The New Life to be here
and I promise to give the body more Sun
And, I promise the give the body more
I was always hyper-aware in vigilance
I was always wandering the space doing
But, I know I’ll break me eventually. That’s what I wanted you to know. And, I’ll be me. Smiling.
Personals best
Personally, ready redacted, laughing
One more Prayer to My Mother, with grace, “for strength”
Smiling, I’m driving me on
Good solo dining
I said, “Good moon tonight.”
I answered, “1,” dating
The most self soothing version eating ravenous as much as I could The posture I can hold
I let my left leg from below my fractured femur to the ball of my kicking feet fall asleep.
The heated center asking the exact version out to a lot and back
I married myself tonight.



(2022)

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*In my audio I said I wrote this April 15 2020 which is incorrect! I wrote this 2022! ugh, this will teach me to write a script