poetry – alive. awake. uncomfortable.

a different kind of awake

11/19/2021 aliveawakeuncomfortable

There are some morningswhen you wake up,somehow, more awake. You can feel the chill of feet on the cold floor,You can hear your tummy turn and shift, your bones creak into place.The quiet is its own song.Your coffee tastes hotter, sharper.The honey on your toast, stickier, sweeter.Your synapses fire faster. Your senses engage.You look at… Continue reading a different kind of awake

Until then.

01/17/202106/10/2021 aliveawakeuncomfortable

(A poetic offering.) When all of this is doneWill we recognize each other again? When all the masks are put awayWill you know me with hair turning gray? Will you know me withless weight, or more?Will you still avoidthe grocery stores?Will you stay distantbecause of habits you've learned?Will you be contentto not publicly return -To… Continue reading Until then.