i’m not one to be gung-ho over social media, the acronym of which is not lost on me. nor am i proponent of advertising for others on my own interfaces. but there’s something to be said for such simplicity and authenticity, something to be celebrated. click over. i like this kind of internets future.
And I learned ‘You deserve better’
was sometimes no more
than a synonym for ‘I don’t want to hurt you,
and I want you to be happy,
but I don’t love you anymore.
Life without ac, briefly: windows wide open to summer’s breath like mouths, lips spread wide, first kisses in the pale moon’s light. Grass that had been cooking in the dirt all day cooling in the dew stirred by the fan humming like a time machine driving me back to my youth: the faintest smell of gasoline, hot pavement and sunscreen. Tiny prickles wash across exposed limbs from the night’s wind, skin warmed by the sun and pinked by its rays now find cooler air cold enough for blankets knit by the bony rheumatic knuckles of loved grand aunts never met weaving together comfort with their wool and wit. / / by the me at this moment, Alyssa Mackenzie, who promised herself to write more freely, publicly.
This is how I learned the permanence of my own body:
When my uncle inherited his tumor and swayed under the weight
of knowing he could pass it down to his children
like mouths learn to love the hand that feeds them,
his wife tied a string of dinner spoons over the front hall mirror