Good morning, my beauties. I am here to offer a new poem for all of you, fresh & wet, just born. I appreciate you. I am glad you are here.
The poem is for everybody & for my paid bffs, there is a yummy new playlist at the bottom, so donโt (just) get lost in the trance of the poetry, save some trance for later lol. Also for paid subscribers, Thursday is gonna be the first Tarot pop up in a good long while. I will remind you. First come first serve. One card. One question. And I knowwwww you all got questions. Come & get it ๐
THE MEDICINE APARTMENT
God, I love a good bubble. A transparent dome of divinity itself. A cave. A blizzard. A love affair. A bunker. The world outside too precarious to tread without the armor of inordinate preparation. Once there was this apartment and, not once, but many times there was an option to meet there. It belonged in the medicine realm. The subspace. The subset of the parent space, The parent space that would be reality. I know this sounds pretentious But arenโt we all human. There is the possibility we could meet in another dimension, the walls clogged with understanding dripping with ecstatic peace followed by the rush of utter panic. I have always been attracted to white and blue spaces Like what I imagine an apartment in Mykonos might feel like. Odd because I am a primarily a pink and white girl. My (current) bedroom is blue and white but that is by default, it was blue when I moved in and so perfectly painted, I didnโt want to disturb it. The fact is, that once I moved into this house, one year ago this tiny cottage below the Jesus tree, I fell into an amnesiatic slumber from which I have never awakened having mutated in an epigenetic drift to be the person standing in front of you. So perhaps this could have been the medicine apartment all along. Whoa letโs not get ahead of ourselves. As a triple air sign, I am in love with the thought of a high-rise. So high you cannot open the windows. Air outside so rarified that the desire to merge Is seen as suicide. In the medicine apartment, located within the genetic high-rise and outfitted in the aesthetic of Greece, it is always twilight, We find each other and we are so glad. The romance is in the resting. We whisper. A single light on the end table built into the corner of the muted white sectional sofa. No paintings on the walls. Once I tried to enter the apartment from the jungle in Peru bathing in the waters beneath the gigantic banyan tree eating only fish and dry grains and plantains forever. I laid in the dark. The medicine said girlfriend why are you so far from home You do not need to be here. Did you know that in the jungle there are security guards smoking cigarettes in the dark and breathing hard outside the thin veil of mosquito netting. Protection always has a price. I didnโt weep then. I barely weep now. Home was so far away. We can take a break from being in human bodies and we can still be together. My voice has become my favorite place to be. Do I need to be famous? That is the question. It is all I know. The need to be seen as extraordinary. Is it some kind of denial to want to sweep ourselves away. I just want to take a nap with you. To whoosh away the coyotes and sleep in peace. As if that is even possible. To whoosh away the coyotes.
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