Sunbeams: My theory is that everyone, at one time or another, has been at the fringe of society in some way: an outcast in high school, a stranger in a foreign country, the best at something, the worst at something, the one who’s different. Being an outsider is the one thing we all have in common.
Saturday, February 6, 2016
invitation from a dried thistle
a minor repellent that would never stop
the most determined,
like parental threats
dried and delicate– but not yet ready to be dead,
like the paper-thin shell of what used to be
your mother-in-law, who still has enough barbs
remaining to hurt you
in many small ways
the rattling of seeds in the pod–
keep time to the breath of
you are invited to play a game–
she loves me she loves me not.
but where will it end if the answer is both?
and now you only want to write about your bread and coffee
and about how it crunches and chews but mostly how it fills the places only gluten and caffeine and love can fill.