Monday, July 8, 2019

Pale



Pale. 
1. nvt. To shield,  defend,  shield, protect,  resist;
2. vt. To deliver, as a child.




Again and again 
He tells me 
How these niho 
Will pale me from what I cannot see
And all of a sudden 
Between the rhythm of my swelling skin and breaking breath
The memory of you comes into perfect vision
I think
of all the times I’ve ever said:
“I never saw you coming”
And with each strike 
Each drop of blood and ink 
Spilling over and wiped away
Something new is born in me
And I forgive 
Us both
a little more 
Just enough
To stand
  a little more upright
To walk 
a little less afraid 
To love
on the other side of all this knowing 

Tuesday, April 9, 2019

Holding

I hold the space 
The silence 
The distance between 
Every part of us that was once Pili 

I tell myself the sacred story called letting go 
Every morning
I say your name until 
The water of you washes over me 
Until I am submerged I the memory of you
Until I learn to move 
Under the weight of that love 

I become a stranger to myself in your company 
A woman of all limbs 
But no feelings 
I am the stoic figure called forgotten 

And every minute the breath I caught from the back of your throat 
Grows further away 
So I turn in your direction 
Hoping to catch another 
Or perhaps your glance 
But as far as I can tell 

You never look back