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+The bike path has been sprayed
+with meteors, brown and burnished
+and leaking to yellow, to naught.
+Trees have done their part to furnish
+the path
+with each and every fallen branch
+they could spare. The flags are frayed,
+marking the entrance to Dead End Shrine,
+sandwiched between two rainy days
+and welcoming this stolen time.
+
+This stolen time,
+I've come to find,
+is the only place where I can live.
+Leaving work early,
+wings unfurling
+to mark a time loop created,
+these bike trips where far too long I've left
+to not come home covered in muck and sweat
+and yet somehow never do,
+the severed hours after bedtime
+when comes to me all these rhymes,
+rest of family long self-sedated.
+
+I don't like this waiting.
+
+I don't like the parting
+when comes time for my love to once more return home.
+"Please don't go.
+Either stay
+or take
+me with you."
+
+Every natural process of life
+that I've ever shied
+away from
+becomes
+less able to terrify
+with her at my side.
+I've made my peace
+with the regular bleed
+whether from womb or breast,
+the growth of velvet patches
+along my hips and chest,
+the hot flashes,
+the persistent desire
+to rip open my seams
+and throw my guts to the fire.
+
+But my brain refuses to cooperate with me.
+It's stealing time,
+stealing memories.
+I know that forgetfulness is my domain,
+but there's still some recollections
+I'd like to remain.
+
+There's still some reflections
+I don't recognize.
+Stealing someone's body,
+looking out through their eyes,
+wearing like a coat their spirit, their life.
+It makes sense in the moment,
+the logic of how their life goes,
+but I wake up and I wonder
+why
+this stranger is so vivid
+but not my own exploits in the Outside.
+
+I promised her that when came
+the day
+for me to give up this vessel and die,
+I'd let her climb into my bed with me
+instead of kneeling at my bedside.
+Emulating that which my mother
+did, but trading one body for another.
+One last breach out of the womb.
+One last parent-induced cry.
+
+And after we leave, I promise you
+
+I'll make up for the stolen time.
+
+ ]]> + + + Two Two @@ -226,110 +319,4 @@ and naught else remains. - - Carmine Red - - https://mayvaneday.org/poetry/c/carmine.txt - 2022-03-06 - - 
-March is Women's History
-Month. Time to sit
-down and reflect on all the shit
-my ancestors went through
-so that I could be
-here today, collapsed in bed,
-distressed,
-wracked with anxiety,
-in desperate need to be exhumed
-from this disintegrating body.
-
-I'm forgetting my own herstory.
-Past entries in my journals
-are becoming letters from foreign countries,
-the other timelines where I am well,
-doing well,
-not at the bottom of a well.
-The other timelines where I am making things
-of worldwide importance,
-where on my childhood detractors
-I've gotten revenge.
-Not wishing I was a bird
-like those outside that now return
-in preparation for spring.
-
-It could have been so much worse.
-Straitjacket, locked up, never heard
-from again. Maybe lobotomized.
-How many geniuses have met their demise
-at the hands of a crude scalpel,
-I wonder? And I, here,
-how could I in this day or now convince
-the padded-wall jailers
-that the other soul that resides in me means well?
-"She has dominion over
-every part of me,
-but *noli timere*: I have no desire
-to harm my family."
-Who would lis-
-ten, not lock me up for ten
-days, weeks, months, years
-until I renounced this world within me so dear?
-
-Tell me, can you hear the screams
-from behind
-tied-
-on masks plastered with smiles
-for the crime
-of omitting domestic servitude from one's dreams?
-Can you feel on your hands the blood spilled
-from God's unwanted "blessing" that might instead kill
-when it comes to term, woman coming to terms
-that the Son who bled with promise to save
-won't give her better than wires with which to lacerate?
-
-Can you see how bright is
-the future we might have had
-if every woman brilliance
-was not snubbed out at every chance?
-
-The sheer weight
-is enough to make
-anyone go insane.
-
-I'm forgetting my own herstory.
-It seems some days
-that things have forever been this way,
-each day bleeding into the next,
-record on repeat.
-The slightest bit of thawing heat
-feels like a bitter attack:
-how dare I be reminded that
-this isn't all I've ever had.
-
-How dare anything have the audacity to remind
-that one day I won't anymore be able to hide.
-
-There will come a day when the sky
-breaks and lets in cleansing sunshine.
-And I'll have to look my mother in the face.
-And I'll have to tell her that when I die
-I'm going to a completely different place
-than Heaven or Hell.
-I'm going to remember the hell
-that the men of all history have inflicted
-and make a new world where to be what I am
-is not a sin, not gravely iniquitous.
-And she'll have to confer with Father and decide
-if what I've done
-is grave enough
-to warrant the psych ward's involuntary hold.
-
-This is my birthright as a female, isn't it?
-The padded room's blistering cold.
-
- ]]> - - - diff --git a/poetry/index.html b/poetry/index.html index bd08ada..9e52fa0 100644 --- a/poetry/index.html +++ b/poetry/index.html @@ -143,6 +143,7 @@ │   ├── skin.txt
│   ├── sleepover2011.txt
│   ├── somnolence.txt
+ │   ├── stealing-time.txt
│   ├── strange-proposal.txt
│   ├── strawberry.txt
│   └── sweet-summer.txt
@@ -169,7 +170,7 @@     └── wme.txt


-22 directories, 119 files +22 directories, 120 files

diff --git a/poetry/s/stealing-time.txt b/poetry/s/stealing-time.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..90f4f66 --- /dev/null +++ b/poetry/s/stealing-time.txt @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +Stealing Time +2022-04-04 + +*** + +The bike path has been sprayed +with meteors, brown and burnished +and leaking to yellow, to naught. +Trees have done their part to furnish +the path +with each and every fallen branch +they could spare. The flags are frayed, +marking the entrance to Dead End Shrine, +sandwiched between two rainy days +and welcoming this stolen time. + +This stolen time, +I've come to find, +is the only place where I can live. +Leaving work early, +wings unfurling +to mark a time loop created, +these bike trips where far too long I've left +to not come home covered in muck and sweat +and yet somehow never do, +the severed hours after bedtime +when comes to me all these rhymes, +rest of family long self-sedated. + +I don't like this waiting. + +I don't like the parting +when comes time for my love to once more return home. +"Please don't go. +Either stay +or take +me with you." + +Every natural process of life +that I've ever shied +away from +becomes +less able to terrify +with her at my side. +I've made my peace +with the regular bleed +whether from womb or breast, +the growth of velvet patches +along my hips and chest, +the hot flashes, +the persistent desire +to rip open my seams +and throw my guts to the fire. + +But my brain refuses to cooperate with me. +It's stealing time, +stealing memories. +I know that forgetfulness is my domain, +but there's still some recollections +I'd like to remain. + +There's still some reflections +I don't recognize. +Stealing someone's body, +looking out through their eyes, +wearing like a coat their spirit, their life. +It makes sense in the moment, +the logic of how their life goes, +but I wake up and I wonder +why +this stranger is so vivid +but not my own exploits in the Outside. + +I promised her that when came +the day +for me to give up this vessel and die, +I'd let her climb into my bed with me +instead of kneeling at my bedside. +Emulating that which my mother +did, but trading one body for another. +One last breach out of the womb. +One last parent-induced cry. + +And after we leave, I promise you + +I'll make up for the stolen time. + +*** + +CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander diff --git a/style.css b/style.css index e9f9d99..d96101b 100755 --- a/style.css +++ b/style.css @@ -9,7 +9,7 @@ } body { - background-image: url("./css/jett.png"); + background-image: url("./css/jett_3ds.png"); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: cover; background-attachment: fixed;