The Vagus Nerve

January 17, 2021 An analogous legion Quelling with desire I send my friend Nina from North Carolina some money to buy a chair for her back – In return, she sends me a book written by a cantadora – Today I opened the windows and
Threw – flung- scattered- bird seed from the palm my mother made in her womb I threw the seeds at the men who gathered below Across the platform, they stood inert as I bellowed coarsely plundering my throat from the top floor – Reconfigure this room and disinfect the floors with a yellow and green sponge Space to breathe I chew on the insides of my mouth. “Stop it.” I hear my father say to me. He used to spank me when I chewed my fingers, nails, iron, calcium, the vitamins from elsewhere. The moon is in its gibbous stage. I will have to check the moon app to make sure. Cancel the lies, I know what needs to be said When it needs to be said, There is no guilt from self protection There is no magnitude of dishonor My toes press into the ground, the floorboards, Tonight I will swim in the ocean naked Release, replenish, renew A cycle has ended. It is so. Photo by Dids on Pexels.com A juniper sandbox Brimming with delight Who scorns the educated intellect? Passive wave house, flickering strobe across the street, a hard encounter for the weary traveler who only seeks rest, a quiet meal, absent from metal A hot shower The bones of which the cantadora speaks of, foreign wilderness, capturing the sighs of heavy hearts, a flip of the page, my internal world blooming once again, cutting the ties to those who lost a piece of themselves along the journey – Peaceful surrender The waves call Beckoning Wanting my body against hers Tonight I must answer the call I howled at the sky in daylight My lover, the wolf man, bare chested and beautiful face, blue green eyes, the hunter of my heart, bearing gifts, sweet with honey from his hands as he cradles me , held me back, cracked my back open, letting air into my heart. Pour-us, I am hungry for another howling I will dance on sand Tonight my feet will celebrate all that is magical and mystical The ocean within us, the breaking bones Tread the dust as old women run through my mind, echoing their concerns I will scream again to be heard louder Not to be forgotten My mother called and left 30 missed reminders that it is she who bore my body, birthing me unconscious into this world. It is she who knows my heart, my broken spirit, my heavy tongue and raspy voice. The ocean is already here inside, It is no coincidence we taste like the sea I tell my wolf lover it is a reminder of protection A seal. An emblem renegade, my favorite typeface. My father bellows from an island over the phone, “write the books! Write the books!” I gift away what is no longer mine A stunning red dress A heaven life, notebooks from the closet Sticks hang from the ceiling Slowly repunzel gains consciousness Waking the fairies creeping in with their jealous habits Tinker-bell wasn’t that kind to Wendy Unilateral kaleidoscope of events Unraveling at the benches of decoded memory A lion’s gate-mane wafer cookie Time travel, I will wait before my next move The trains end at midnight I must leave and return before it is too late.

The Future of Buildings. And a slice of joy.