Hi hubski

I've been back and forth about posting this and if I did, how would I tag it? It probably should be tagged #stateofthelil, but let's just consider this a writing prompt. For Now.

When I would try to explain myself to a significant person, there's this:

1) what I say

2) what I want to say

3) what I really mean

and on and on.

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There Are a Few Things About Me That I Think You Should Know

When I say, “I don’t like to leave the house,”

I mean it depends on the house,

But give me a library of my own,

An expanse of desk, and some beautiful pens

And you would need a helicopter to airlift me

from my island.

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When I say, “Don’t tuck in the top sheet,

I need to move my feet freely.”

I mean, if we let my feet breathe,

they won’t run off.

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When I say, “It takes one person to have an idea,

but two to form a committee and call a meeting,”

I mean that I do play well with others

And like to create something out of nothing,

even this relationship.

If we try to spin straw into gold

A beautiful sheet of straw might emerge.

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When I say, “I prefer booths and baskets,”

I mean, if I have to leave the house

Eating out should be a picnic -

The table, spread before us like a library shelf.

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There are a few things about me I think you should know:

But what’s essential is invisible to the eye,

Every trip includes an unknown destination,

And the self you present to me, your relative self, is yours only for now.

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Edna St Vincent Millay wonders, “If I were starving,

Would I trade my memory of this night for food?”

Her answer, “I do not think I would,” is my answer too.

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and when I say that I stopped eating when my heart was broken,

It’s not so much that my heart was broken,

As this: When roads diverged in a yellow wood

He went down one path thinking there was a pretty forest that way,

But found only a steep cliff.

I stood looking a long way down the other path and through the trees

and saw only that it looped back around,

To where I was standing.

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And finally, when I say there are a few things about me

That I think you should know,

I mean all that I am

All that I show you or give you

Is as substantial as the vegetables I cut every morning and put in your lunch

As substantial as the broom I put behind your fridge

or the three-way bulb I put in your three-way lamp.

I mean that I don’t know yet

What you need to know

to go with me down the road and into the yellow wood

And neither do you.

We won’t know until we get there.

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What about you, hubski?

Are there a few things about YOU, that I should know?

thenewgreen steve I played hockey

_refugee_ flagamuffin poetry

Footnotes: The Little Prince, Martin Buber, Robert Frost, the Torah, "Love is Not All" (sonnet by Edna St. Vincent Millay)


coffeesp00ns:

I don't know if I fully fit in theme, but this is what came out, lil.

there are a few things about me that you should know.

   When I visualize myself,

I see a flower inside a vast cavern.

clinging to survival on the precipice of possibility,

the water droplets of hope washing my face.

   When I see myself in a mirror

on late nights, in half dark and in hurried glances

I recognize a stranger: not myself,

a tall Ent with a beard of moss

and a faerie held safe in his body.

   When I say "I have Dysphoria,

I'm depressed, I hate myself."

I am holding, in the pit of my gut,

a desire to tear off my own ill-fitting skin

like rings on a tree, stripping myself down to a smaller,

more youthful core, an attempt to turn back time

and right the wrongs of a life so squandered.

   But I don't do that.

   I thrive on promise, and hope,

and the sound of wind through the quaking aspen.

the emerald beetle bores its holes in me,

but I will compensate for the loss and be greater for it.


posted by lil: 1160 days ago