Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

- - . ,.. . .. . - .. -she chases a girl
She became intrigued- -
With the idea of being gay
Began - an adventure on a train
Y
To that girls apartment
That gave her the eye

Emotionally unavailable
Gay or not crush
Lust

Oatmeal cookies
Coffee

Human. The more of it the less it makes sense. Or so it seems.

Observers
Walk past the lovers smiling and laughing
In the ocean air on the bridge over an inlet
The trees looked on with no evaluation

I think the problem might be of limited time to watch the interaction, I mean really WATCH it, the humans and trees and rock underneath them all.

But I could be wrong. It could be no problem at all.

Perhaps it is more of a feeling
Queasy as she walks up the driveway
She does not like to eat in front of people
I gave her a smoothie as she goes off to trauma therapy

I know that women talk to me about things they cannot bring themselves to tell anyone else
I guess they know that I know
What it is like to have that dark feeling
That I am of no value
One day green pops out of a hardened seedling
The shell of being born
Alive and breathing is a gift
To look at the sunlight
And feel that spiritual feeling
Of many years and lifetimes

One woman
I know
Liked having rain checks
Eyes that said “ next time”
She had plenty of those reserved seats
But she could not do what she spent hours and days thinking about sex with people that looked at her that way
She was sort of confused and could not be present
But I had known her for so long back in hanalei
That I listen with ears full of Hawaii

She sent pictures of her life
Before her life fell apart
He the wife beater; killed himself
That is a happy ending
For some: fr otherws - quite devastating
She liked my - relax / you don’t have to do anything
She took care of her grandma
My ideas about doing a whole lot about anything
Have passed-
The last toe is healing
Peoples stories stitched them too

She brought me a letter thanking me for being her friend
I am so impressed
With her warrior like spirit
She wants to be a mechanic
I smile

She wants me to go to the school with her
She is intimidated by speacil education
I am not afraid of them because they need us too
Much each student brings in 4 grande in tax money
I just want to hear how they are going to teach him-
One on one time etc
I’m tall
I have green eyes
You will see them become yellow like a cat
If you are unkind
People do not try to hit me or say nasty things
They know better
She is tiny
Everyone pulls control trips on her
Pretty too
I am grateful for her heart
I know about these places
Like a vacant lot
And a whole bunch of ideas

Oil in the hair
Television on
Sleep comes in this heat
Like a gift