Jess, it's a pleasure and a privilege to read your writing.

Thanks,
cheryl

finding peace

in the last days of august,
the heat is gone.
he told me,
he hated me
on those hot, yelling days,
and now i see no stress
in the breeze of life,
a dream reality,
filled with the notion
that you could love me.

i had a dream
last night
that i was
being waterboarded
and today
i fantasized about
being a fifties
housewife,
i'm not sure
what that says
about
today,
but i thought
i'd share

jess, that really is an interesting pair -- water-boarding and a wife in the fifties.  I think punishment s'posed to mean you're afraid or that you feel guilty, but time-travel?  Not sure about that.

Best place to start would be:  how do you, personally feel about housewives in the fifties?

liking 140 pretty good.

Yep me too.  Like the fifties bride idea too...such fab dresses.

there's no milk

eggs
bread
butter

we're waiting
on food stamps

living in
an apartment
that fits
a bed

with no
money

and no
reason for
optimism,

we're
blissfully happy,

my father said,

you can't live on love,

what he never realized
was
that's all there is

conversation i hope to have with my child

do we live on earth, mama?

no, the earth isn't actually real

then where do we live, mama?

we live in a dream, like the ones you have at night

so, i can be anything on earth, like my dreams, mama?

anything baby

am i real, mama?

you are when you listen to your soul

how do i do that, mama?

you be the person you want your child to be

crying
and
laughing
at the same time
is insane

she,

was
crying
and smiling
as she told

me not to
worry if i
made her sad,

that nothing
in the world
could make
her happy,

anyways.

Love this Jess.

thanks,
cheryl

the year
reads back
like a camera
out of focus,

all i can see is the now

and sleeping
has never been easier

quiet days

over the fields

from the plane

it is not real,

we've always known there
is only truth in love.

i spend my time,

trying

to be.


the freedom

is for few
when they die,

the others
will

have to


retry,

i feel like

i've been here before.

i feel like i've been here before.

i keep coming back,
until i'm done.

when i found you,

i felt alive,

i found who we all were
not far inside,

you are me
and i am you

we are

who created this place,

no need to see god,

everyday

i wake up

and watch...

the
world.

Just lovely.  A poem to centre me.