Thursday, May 28, 2009
in the time before i really knew that time was even anything that could be wasted, i ate buttered sourdough bread with jam. my mother slathered the late night treat with whispers of silence to help me sleep. i was protected by feminine energy from the combustion of my conception, with lady ghosts tucking me into bed and mellow lullabies of bucha kuchen to quiet cries in the soft night. with buttered bread and jam i slept, with captured dreams i ascend tiny limbs and with fragile body i climb to ignite lots of stars.