I Stood Dead At A Grave That Was Not Mine

How to Save Your Own Life, Erica Jong

I am not a girl,

but rather a boy in the way

that I am burdened a daughter.

disappointingly so.

Hydroluminescence

(c) gifs by riverwindphotography,July 2023

The sunset tonight.

EVERY TIME I LOOK BACK, MY CHILDHOOD GROWS HORNS; ON AGING.

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Dirt road Polna droga

i know what i want now

i didn’t before

i want cold mornings and leaves that crunch under our feet.

I want warm blankets.

I want a house in the woods.

I want clean air and sunshine and my own means of living.

a hand to hold, someone to confide in

I want to be loved; but I most of all,

I want to be loved by you.

I think I shall never forget the first time

seeing my mother’s new name

on a package with mine

I think she is getting better.

so am I.

Here’s a video so you can hear the water and the thrushes. I took it for you because you couldn’t be there. <3

so hold me on the way down,

and do me no harm,

i cause myself enough injury

from day to day, love