tell me where it hurts

i busted my foot. i strained my arch.
HA!

so perfect. when i was in the south of france a few years ago, i almost cut my finger off.
so my hosts read me a book called "Tell me where it hurts and i will tell you why"
It was about locating the source of your injury in the meaning of your body parts.

I am trying to walk. so hard. I'm not even paying attention to my feet.

I need new shoes. new shoes to walk in. appropriate shoes that are for MY feet.
shoes that will tae me where i want to go.
shoes for me.

my base is wobbling. I'm way too big for this. im like a t-rex in tap shoes. ridiculous.

its time to face my feet.

sometimes I wish I could look at the whole thing all around and sometimes I dont want to look at all.

heres one thing im sure of: I am so wonderfully and tenderly loved.
thank you dear.
*d

weary blues from waitin'

I'm thinking of some hybrid blues experiments.

Totes my Boyf

YOU LOVED ME BEFORE

Do YOU LOVE ME NOW?

more aligned

here's some good news:

your relationship to the world is yours.

Touch things gently.
eat things slowly.
Watch them carefully.
feel for the spiders and flies.

know, and un-know, and never know.

learning gentleness in a quieter state.

hoping to bring some home and see how it feels against the tangerine paisley miniskirt of my hometown.

affirmations

Monster Chicken: Let’s talk about affirmations right now. Before we can become self-affirming, we need to learn about the effects of negativism in our lives.

Miniature Housewife: Ok.

Monster Chicken: You only have power in the now.

Miniature Housewife: Ok, sure. Right. Yes.

Monster Chicken: It is only your thoughts that can prevent you from achieving your dreams and a thought can be changed.

Miniature Housewife: Mmmm.

Monster Chicken: Excuse me?

Miniature Housewife: Nothing. NO-I mean, I’m just thinking.

Monster Chicken: Right.
Are you doubting yourself?

Miniature Housewife: NO!

Monster Chicken: You don’t have to lie. Lying. Is. Well. Not going to get you anywhere.

Miniature Housewife: Well I’m not really lying. Ok. I’m sorry. I mean, yes. YES!
I am a good woman.

Monster Chicken: Now we’re talking

Miniature Housewife: I am allowed to be happy

Monster Chicken: Sure.

Miniature Housewife: I am a success story

Monster Chicken: Ok.

Miniature Housewife: I deserve the best.

Monster Chicken: Well obviously!

Miniature Housewife: I am going to go beyond my wildest dreams.

Monster Chicken: Um…

Miniature Housewife: All I need is Me!

Monster Chicken: Hey!

Miniature Housewife: I am making a commitment to change

Monster Chicken
STOP! Hold on--- ( We hear Monster Chicken looking for something. She finds it, it is a cell phone. She dials it, It rings. The miniature housewife hears the ringing. It is coming from inside the package that was delivered earlier. She looks at it. She reaches for it and opens it carefully. Inside there is a large egg shaped thing. It is pink. Like a pill. It is ringing. She reaches in the box and it continues to ring. She tries to open it. She cannot. She smells it. It keeps ringing. She tries to taste it discreetly with her tongue. It is very bitter. Finally she says…Hello?

Monster Chicken: Bacterial Vaginosis!

Married women are sharing this secret.the new easier, surer protection for those most intimate marriage problems.

baby flavored ice cream

happy new year.
this is when i harness my pride
and dance backwards into my wildest dreams.
a bird in a dress, a mop on top.
In love with the house. the house bride.
scream scream baby flavored ice cream.
meow.
*betsy

Can Opener

I can sit at a window for hours
I can knit a sweater for a century, a real warm one
I can sneak through the house with a pan of hot cookies
I can churn a batch of butter and stack 100 pancakes on the porch swing before sunrise.
I can frost a three-layer apple cake with corners as sharp as stone.
I can set the table for 700 guests without a fork out of place
I can reach through a microwave and feel the inside of the pork roast
I can wear the dress and still have room for pie.
I can have a cocktail with three olives
I can line the wall with my skin, its made of flowers
I can list the week in meals in under 30 seconds
I can hit the mark every time with a fly swatter
I can order a Bloody Mary just after noon
I can pump the longing with my own vein in hand
I can open your heart with a can opener
I can teach you the alphabet with my skirt down
I can drive the family car into the dam and hop up over the fence
with scissors in my hand
I can run with a hot casserole

This is a marathon of epic portions
This is a congratulations feast of microwaveable meatballs
This is a parade of jerky and pies
A parade of remembrance:

Remembering a time when there was no instant potatoes
A time before outer-space, a time before compressed diner tables
When daddy wasn’t flying around the moon, aiming to shoot down all the martians
A time when daddy made us cornbread and braided your hair and kissed you and you slept like a bird
You never had to wake up to make sure he was still there, there was no outer space.
The food took as long as food is
The middle of the hearth was not radioactive. The sides still cold and gelatinous in the crock pot.
What if you were in the microwave? What if it missed you heart? Your arms and legs singed with your frozen heart hanging in the middle.

The gravity on earth is not really made for the robot pop corn now is it?
We should just stick to the corn, on the husk, on the stalk, in the sleeves of paper standing like slender blondes in rows weaving secrets.