Tag: relationships

When I was young and too determined…

When I was young and too determined,
shaking my personality around by its neck,
I met a man.

I wore high heels.
I wore long jeans.
I tried to stay awake at 2am.

I wore sunglasses inside
comedy clubs.

When I was young and uninvested,
shaking my pride around by its neck,
I met another man.

I carried Doritos in my purse.
I carried Blue Moon in my purse.
I stayed at home until everyone else had gone home from the comedy clubs.

I wore fancy dresses
in my kitchen.

When I was young and undetermined,
When I was young and invested,
laying my discontentment down to rest on a soft bed of acceptance,
I met men.

I wore destressed jeans and fancy cardigans and off the shoulder t-shirts.
I wore slacks and sweaters and ID badges.
I went to work, went to work, and wrote.

I wore reading glasses
at rock concerts.

Someday, I will be young and in love–
then what will I do?

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Honesty

glass
chinks and chunks
clinking
sharp and beautiful
unexpectations, unexceptions
intriguing
blood on tongue
inhaling humid air
no breeze in sight
and back into soapy
sink of glass

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Being Open to Closing the Door

Sometimes being open means closing the door.  It’s well and good to be open to the unexpected, but the unexpected isn’t the only option.  Be open, also, to the expected results of investing in your life right here and now.  It’s okay to close a distant, difficult door, especially if you feel you’re not going to be able to fit through it anyway, let alone handle what’s on the other side.

—Her and Me: A Sisterly Conversation
The Basement Couch Publishing (c) 2011

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Confession #2: When I Get to Saying

I am just about at the point of saying something.  When I get there, either watch out or pay attention.  Here’s what I’m thinking I will say: If you want to make an impression, be impressive.  If you want to get my attention, do something.  If you can’t decide what to do, tell me.  If you have something to say, say it.  Even if you don’t know exactly what to say, say that.  Tell me you’re trying to figure it out; it’s a start and starts always lead somewhere.

Why do I suddenly feel like a both 15-year-old girl and a 50-year-old woman at the same time?

You can e-mail, you can call, you can text, you can twitter, you can message, but what are you going to say?  What are you going to talk about?  Are you going to send me a deluge of facts about yourself?  Are you going to write me three sentences saying, “Hey, I’m contacting you.”?  Really?  That’s it?  Well, enough.  Give me some guts.  Give me some substance.

If you want to be pursued, be pursuant.

Here’s a bit of something about me.  When I’m happy to see you, I smile.  When you say something funny, I laugh.  When you write me, I write you back.  I am terrible at hiding my tell and I don’t really care.  I feel so much better being pleasant than coy, but would “I dare you” be a better option?

I have recently taken some of my own advice to be more communicative.  I have both dared and given clarity.  The results have yet to be fully analyzed.

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