Thank you all so much for your kind words on Healing is a Verb a few weeks ago, my friends. I am so, so honoured to hear it touched you. I hope you know how much it means to me that you've allowed me into your lives in this capacity. Here's a small tender piece on love & film & sadness, originally published in the summer 2017 issue of the gorgeous journal Rust+Moth. I had a few really bright & beautiful days between the stormclouds last week, & I will freely admit that this publication was no small part of that - I have admired Rust+Moth for many years, & it is such a joy to see my work between their virtual pages.
This poem was painful to conceive & yet so, so easy to write. Isn't it funny, isn't it odd, isn't it beautiful how sometimes the truest things happen like that, dancing & stumbling into being? I hope you enjoy it. Please do share your thoughts & feedback in the comments - tell me what emotions this poem evoked in you, or what particular scent or sound it reminded you of, or just share a part of your day today that you've been wanting to tell someone but couldn't find the occasion to. I promise I will hold it close.
Have a beautiful rest of your week, friends. All my love. xx
I Start Crying During the Best Part of the Film
& you carry me out of the cinema & drive me home because you’re in love with me & that’s what people in love are supposed to do even if you’ve been wanting to see this film for three weeks & you were really looking forward to getting dinner after. on the way home it’s raining & you’re humming under your breath & your hand is on my knee at every red light. let’s play a game where if we close our eyes loud enough your hands will dance again & the raindrops will travel up instead of down the car window & my father will stop being so angry with me all the time. or let’s play another where none of that will happen but my sadness will finally suffocate me so you can drive back & catch the end of the film. i’m no good at apology or sleeping in cars but i swear i was just trying to find a way to protect my collarbones. i always thought that’s what love was supposed to do but maybe it’s only here to drown itself in all the wrong places & ruin the film for everyone. i wonder if you’re mad at me still. i wonder if the highway is in love with the wheels of this car or if kissing all the time just makes them tired of each other. i wonder a lot of things. soon after that i fall asleep & when i wake up the rain still hasn’t stopped but you’ve carried me into the apartment & googled the way the film ends & i’m still sad & looking for answers but this time i think i know which way to turn to understand. you give me a fortune cookie from the chinese takeout you ordered & it says the best things in life are free & that’s how i know you were never really mad at me in the first place. your hair smells like rain. you ask me if i’ve taken my meds today. nothing really hurts except for my chest. i wish we’d seen the way the film ended, but i guess we’ll have to settle for everything else instead.