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Everything you pack will be wrong.
        You will take too much

Over the years your mind has adapted to an amazing list of non-
essentials

bite the bullet: Unpack everything

& leave it somewhere
safe. no sundresses, wisps of cool for
long hot days, no air conditioning

your body will adapt faster than
your sensibilities.

You will go rough & feral in the heat, feet callusing over shards of glass, freckles on top of freckles, body whipcord lean, with a cocky strut, a claim of dust & streets & secrets,

where everything is disposable & nothing
guaranteed,

leave your things behind,  
there will be enough to tend,

your feet,
husband,

cactus thorns in a dog paw,
you cannot carry anything else -

not when the police horns will
evict you from the parking lot
& sleep

at 5 AM

the monsoons storming the eastern sky,
whiplashing bodies & buildings, rugged, ragged,

emerging into one tomorrow after another,
you bend & bend & tumble with the fall,

but when your husband dances with you at 7 AM
in an alley, the dog tangling, jealous,

between your feet

you won't worry about bad breath,
unwashed hair,thorns underfoot,

there is a church handing out breakfast
on the street& yes, yes
           
you remembered to pack the ability
to believe
                                        in anything
Packing For Homelessness in Phoenix, AZ
CRITIQUE CRITIQUE CRITIQUE :heart:

November 12, 2014
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When I wake up this morning, I am there,
staring back at me in the mirror; a jolt of
recognition,

scan my body, the tumble
of hair, a candle burning
in the window of
my eyes,

fire in my walk.
You know it. I made it!
  • Listening to: Ane Brun
  • Eating: cigarettes

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tonepainter Featured By Owner Mar 2, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy Birthday, Kate! I hope you have a truly wonderful day :heart:
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sesam-is-open Featured By Owner Mar 2, 2014
Dear Kate, I wish you a beautiful day and much health.:heart:
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vespera Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
The Currency of Truth by Nick Makoha

Listen to the voice not the words,
the currency of truth,
it's the only thing you can take with you.

Smiles are in your architecture.
I'm scared of the fear of becoming important.
You might find out I am a fake.

Like when I changed my name as years change the days,
to give myself a sense of history.
Maybe I could be joined to you by love, our child, my actions, by words?

You told me you could not be found in my poems,
so I carve myself out of this page.
I don't believe in god but you show me holes in your hands.

I will build you a window on the 13th floor,
paint myself on the inner wall of your right lung,
I would saw myself in two, to hold these words to your ear.

This love could be a painted dream;
I could be there for you,
but find it hard to be there for myself.

Doing it yourself fits badly together,
but I'll learn to use my hands
to build a world for us that is more than wallpaper.

The first time we held hands you slept in this bed,
I slept beside you, eyes closed, body awake.
Took a year for us to make love, too busy being friends.

Other guys watch you when you talk;
what's funny is you think I am beautiful.
You look good even when you're angry,

late at night 2 o'clock in the morning,
when your venom is the only sound in my ear,
the silhouette of your back resting on my shoulders.

It's the first time I realized you could die.
But what if I die, will you be okay?
All that's important in this world:

I love you; have the pictures to prove it.
Pictures are my house of love -
I want our child to have these kinds of pictures.

An eight-by-ten picture sits on my TV
taken in photo booth, your eyes swollen from crying,
smile warm  from loving, head resting on mine.

Building the memories now they'll keep coming.
There's nothing I can do to keep you,
only honesty will make you stay.

Our child links us for eternity;
even if I die today I'd still exist to you.
If you die the only proof I'll have of your existence is our child.

The sadness of that bothers me.
These are things you'd like to hear,
but I never say because I don't want to feel that sadness.

True reason, bad excuse.
Listen to the voice not the words;
it is the only thing you can take with you.
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vespera Featured By Owner Nov 21, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
GlOrious is amazing. Thank you. :heart:
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sunshinegypsy Featured By Owner Jun 28, 2014  Professional Writer
It is! & you are very welcome :heart:
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