i will call your bullshit
i was once called
& i know it to be
with a scorpio’s biting sting
i show you my truth
i spill it out
unable to keep it in
unwilling to keep it in
maybe this is why
i am so fabulously
is that unwelcome guest
on your front
(look how pretty i am as a siren!
and honestly, my nipples do look like starfish.)
i didn’t draw a picture yesterday
i posted a picture
but i did not draw a picture
the crying lady
six years ago?
a historian of me
and my art
would have you notice the lack of ink brush painting
the use of pastels
the relatively light–
but still inaccurate–
so i didn’t draw yesterday. i was rabid most of the day. evil nasty pissy me was in charge of my brain yesterday. i did do some ink splattering, however. i probably should have posted that, at least, but–you know–rabies.
so i started a drawing today after the weirdness of thanksgiving was done
(why did my elderly aunt ask me if i had gotten my concealed carry license???)
i started a drawing but did not get too far before the minions were begging me to watch more doctor who. (more, doctor who, mummy–more!…i love my minions)
there is a deer, clear as the day if the day were inside my head amidst the sparks & sinkholes.
a reminder to be gentle.
be gentle, deer me.
my bones ache and teem with anger. repressed anger. oozing anger. anger that is easily directed at undeserving targets and leaves me knowing i am going to have a lot to make up in my next life….
i see deer a lot since a friend read me a medicine card with a deer in it. of course i live in the middle of the prairie lands…but still. one day four walked across the road in front of my car in the middle of a town. one night driving home, a buck darted right in front of my car. a doe stood, making me come to a stop, several yards past him. one day while gardening, a deer made her way across the field next to my yard, stopping to stare at me whenever my movements rustled the leaves around me.
meanwhile, i have banished an ex-husband and another ex-husband starts sending flirty emails. but the thing about my exes, they all have such thin skin. i have found that honesty sends them skittering away. i’m not trying to be mean…honest…i just tell them how i feel when they use me as a distraction…and they skitter away.
honesty is brutal. but it is also gentle. lies may hurt less, but they will kill you in the end.