The big bang
was a heartbeat

those most comfortable
constrain freedom

I came home from my first Yiddish dance class and I could feel my ancestors in the house with me.

A pattern begins to break; a new pattern is emerging.

I have stood bare
through seasons of my life
which stripped me
of my covering.

i hear others have anxiety that makes them productive

…

not my anxiety.

I am here, sitting at the reception desk at the soup factory in Lynn, my temp job for the past few weeks. Parts of my days are painfully boring and…

Q: So who am I plucking my chin hairs for?

A: For a very vain me that prefers her face hairless. Duh!

i am colonizer and colonized.
an impossible truth.
an impossible existence.
i will not hide.

What if all the waiting keeps us from saying and stumbling and making all the mistakes necessary to evolve?