Naked Poetry

I miss you. Take me back to naps on your shoulder, to talks in your G20 on afternoons & mornings with my little sister by my side drinking our vanilla or strawberry boost. Take me back. Take me back to OUR laughs, in unison, where we smile the same smile and to the night where I came in from a run into the kitchen and out of nowhere you said “Adèle, you have this... angel like presence about you.” How I looked at you in shock. How you said “I’m serious.” And how proud, confused and determined I was to prove you Right. Take me back to poems every Christmas typed up with your hand written signature— Typed with your care and love. How you prefer lavender — over every color in the world— how I know why, without even having to ask, because I am your daughter— your “double creature emanating from cosmic wisdom. How I can feel you from here the way you say love you more! Because you do love me more- despite the mal -chemistry in my brain. E

What Do You Want To Be Remembered For?

Happy morning. Makes me smile because...

I need you to know that you’re responsible for the day I let go of my fists.

What do quiet people think about? Your tempo. Dialogue. The move through. Preferring silence. Didn’t you know? This is as far as I’ll go.

Here’s what happened when I asked my dad the question, “what’s it like to have a daughter?”

Because you asked me what color my blood was and didn’t even flinch when I said... it’s True.

Are you right or left handed?

Yeah that’s gonna be a deal breaker for me.

Too common.

I like recessive traits

Because they MADE it, you know?

O, I’m only kidding. It’s just fun to think about...

To be ideally Gorgeous

Without putting a knick in time-- impossible--To go forwards and backwards

Within the same moment

-without knocking down a few doors--when getting IN turned out to be easier than getting OUT--

Okay but for now-- I need to figure out where do I put all of this San Diego sand

On Sundays