Are they dragging away the sky?
I was panic. I am sometimes panic.
So many lists that keep growing, and are saddening
And what exactly ties panic to grief? I don’t know only that they tied.
How can you wait for grace, how could you know that it was coming
I never used to have panic attacks but I have them now. They started in November. I can tell you the date but then you’d know too much.
I am hungry for my own heart
One upon a time the sky turned yellow and everything grey closed in on me and all I could do was shake. But no one seemed to notice although the crowds were there and I was in the town square with the bonfire raging behind me.
One never does solve what it is about watching fires, really
This wasn’t how it happened but it is yellow and a suffocating yellowish grey. The polluted orange sky.
there’s only trauma and help or harm in it the black sap rotten knot
I was in stocks but I could not see anyone, I was blindfolded but she whispered to me what was happening. She whispered to me all my sins and transgressions. The sheriff and the judge stood near. I felt them but they were silent. The sky was yellow and my eyes were filled with grey. I breathed but could not, and my ears were filled with a roar.
evil is how we love
No you cannot run. No you cannot crawl under a table, a couch, a low cabinet. No you may not hit, nor pinch, nor bite, nor throw stones.
this burdened pear tree we love
Or rather, I may do none of these things, she’ll do them all and throw all manner of horrible refuse. In these stocks I have to feel it, smell it, even taste it but my hands are trapped my legs are bound.
we are the people,
those people shuffling across the lawn
a metal provides a hell river
It was not that but it was. I’m here, there are no stocks but there are the stocks of the mind and I cannot run nor fight. I’ll shake and my heart will race and I will cry in the yellow and the grey and I will want to sleep because there is nothing left but I will not be able to. And the morning will come.
after the trip to hell
Quotes are by Jean Valentine, Aaron McCollough, David Markson