sad king triton

I am sorry that I snapped.

I am sorry that you never had 
time until the water came to a boil.

I am sorry that you ignored 
spent forces throw their weight, 
sowing discord and disempowerment.

I am sorry that you could not sever your ties 
to a past that prevents the new to take root.

I am sorry that in your own way of navigating 
through contradicting currents, 
you pushed my quietly trudging boat to the rocks.

I am sorry that you may not see me bloom, 
take flight or simply move on under your wings.

I am sorry that you broke my spirit.

I am sorry that I ever believed in you.

menstrual musing

typing away 

beating the red deadlines

on a back-breaking lane 

too narrow and shallow,

so much for 

sweaty crevices,

swerving interests, 

sneaky devices.

but unstoppable:

surging pain 

throbbing temples 

letting go of the brakes

now lying down,

under the playful moon,

closing my eyes to see you:

pulling up my dress

to rest your chamomiled palm 

on the belly in distress.

a speedy release into the warm folds

of a hovering but fleeting cloud,

away from the real stains on my cold sheets. 

19 July 2015