Frequently

June 4

FREQUENTLY

When my daydream gets so threadbare I no longer use it, I must turn to other sources.  When I cannot conjure on my own and elucidation makes me cross eyed, I must turn to HP.  I have puttered and prolonged the way to naming this legendary and fabulous enigma.  I drew out even longer any desire for close association with the same.  I have milled with the millstone and surfed in the whirlpool, dragged my feet and thrown a fit, but this only stalled the inevitable result.  Naming and interaction is the need and now is the time.  I have a Higher Power and I choose to call it Frequently.

Dreams grow wings if you let them.

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Eggshells and Bethlehem

A stable is a place to keep a horse

and in fairytales a place to birth a baby,

but stable is the story I told myself about you.

Solid, a model of strength

and here you are a tripod,

upright only if the pressure is evenly applied.

I blame myself for lopsided need

and try to find a way to keep this coupling standing.

Stripped down to minor contact

I wonder if you actually remember me

and then I wonder if I remember myself.

This is what is at stake, this is the trophy I lose

when I fall for you and you fall down.

Where is the girl I worked so hard to create?

Broken eggshells litter the nest

and I look for the chick I used to be.

I fear losing you,

I cry at the thought of losing us,

I die at the loss of me.