pelvis & pretzel

Musings and Lamentations of the Lovelorn Who’s Never Been in Love

I’ve never been a wizard,
I’ve never lain anyone low with lightning;
A mad feller of men would I be,
But a wizard I am not.

I leave the laying low to myself –
I leave in the middle of the night –
If you dare, come after me,
But I will not be sought.

I dance alone at midnight.
I dance in my true-lover’s arms;
The wind, he is always with me.
By him, I’m never forgot.

I have that midnight delusion,
I have that fable-ish blue-flamed heat.
Who will proclaim my beauty?
I have no Lancelot.

Hard and white are my cheeks,
Hard and white from racing.
With sweat I’m a sqand’rer of many,
I am to mine own self a despot.

- G.K. Stegall

All I Wanted To Do Was Dance

if my cry resounded enough to shudder mountains would it balm the painful gouge within me? that rending of emotion? would it sound out my pain?

scoop after scoop

hhhhhhhrrriiiippppp

hhhhhhhrrriiiippppp

slice after slice

sshhhhhhhhllliiiiiik

sshhhhhhhhllliiiiiik

so much has been taken away

i have robotic arms that flail wildly about me

animatronic legs that only know how to push, push, push

that’s not me i say from behind some claustrophobia-inducing metaphysical lens

unbelieving

when I was a younger girl

a wee little thing

long, curling, dark blonde tresses

and wild, curiosity breeding lamps

all i wanted to do was dance

and sing

but

but

but

and fear