i am to write

today during yoga

i dreamt about sand colored blankets

and breastfeeding babies

this was while resting in corpse pose

the wife of a photographer

We have one mirror in this house.

It is in the master bath

and I've challenged it

to give me the face

I need for the camera.

Powdered cheeks

pouty lips

heavy lidded eyes.

I hold my breath

the click is decisive.

And then,

the face that shoots back at me

is exposed right through.

Powdered cheeks

pouty lips

heavy lidded eyes.

It's just me.

this day...

...drifted away with elemental sighs and wanting eyes, useful things accomplished, but my footing never found itself. I placed it where it was familiar because it meant i could move from this place, so yet it slipped my grasp.

I don't even excuse myself.

...my soul was punished, the wretched circumstances are questionable to my heart, but literature and desperation smooth my doubts. Easy eyes without a kernel of wisdom to speak of can sense the tint of my blood.

I can't brush out this aftertaste.

...was one of revelation. The curtains moved by the sunbeams, exposing some bright truth, dancing like a shrapnel of sunlight reflecting on a man-made lake, fleeting and without a recognizable form.

I blinked.