Once Upon a Time
I meant to write about how I felt lovely and beautiful at my sister’s wedding. I meant to write about lesbian bars and flirting and making jokes about how we were both under-medicated in college. About poetry books and how i miss these conversations over the years.
I meant to write about tarot cards and serendipity. Of novels i’ve not yet finished. Of travel plans and dancing1 and feeling loved and wanted and also worthy of the love and attention.
Of sentences and paragraphs and pages. Of music and mixes and dressing up and gender roles. Of pictures and conversations and letters exchanged.
But perhaps another time.
Stretching my back to loosen the knots that live under my shoulder blades parallels stretching my comfort zone. One day both will be gone and i’ll feel lighter.
And yes, it shows my age but what doesn’t nowadays? Being haunted for 20 years, and i still remember singing another song on their voicemail. But not all ghosts need be exorcised.
heart,
kelly