Staceyann Chin

5:00 am in Brooklyn...

...and a small boy named Matthew arrived from the pocket of his mother's womb last night.

I spoke to my mother yesterday. Had mad love from my brother. This madness ebbs and flows. Comes and goes around the mulberry bush of hope and anticipation.

My bones ache. Moving stuff around. Spring cleaning. Miles of junk to throw out. How do you decide what to keep when everything is sentiment. Reason is the tugboat of moderate action.

How boring of you my darling
when will you run inside the dark alley of a fierce wind

so out goes the gold trimmed armoire. the night-table I never use. The double dresser-mirrors that darken the room. Shift the bookshelf. Make a home for the turtles. Among the poems.

Among the trees.

still moving stuff around
in my head
in my heart
in my home

Staceyann

Posted by staceyann at June 17, 2004 05:47 AM