(April 2022 Puerto Rico. Br33 and I’s flight to Miami was cancelled due to weather and we missed things we were excited for. I wrote this while at Cheesecake Factory still in San Juan the next day to help Br33 cope because I love her and she was sad.)
i am the fiber skeleton of a dying leaf
barren of color and abandoned by form
weather itself has robbed me
my soul is the slush in the parking lot
a pebble has a better future than me
the hurt of an arterial future cut
and possibility bleeding out
where i can no longer go
but still imagine towards—
the blood pooling—
the ache and the joy
of stemming and scabbing
refocusing and remembering
the vein of the now i am
my heart pumping my heaviness
reminded i am still the red flowing
and no matter lost paths
i bleed contained in a new vein
and am forever forward
no matter how fast
Beatin' Paths ~~~ The journey to the Great American Novel 