December 25, 2024

christmas eve dreams
of arson with three sisters and me
to make a new life for ourselves
outside of the oppressive home
but loving our family enough
to have failsafes in place
just in case
just in case

but the strangest part of the dream
wasn’t the reasoning,
or the 1800’s garb against
1900’s cityscape buildings,
or even the minute details of the
arson
itself —
it was the fact that the next day
we had to do it all again, the house
magically un-burned
everyone’s memories erased
except for ours
except for ours
[and why did it go so much worse
the second time around?]

December 24, 2024

a very
ikea
christmas

the eve spent
in the store
lunch
and grabbing some things
much needed
for the house
[and a few things
not quite needed,
but wanted for a while]
and post-sunset spent
putting the items
together

the day
beginning with cinnamon rolls
and ending with
smoked/cured salmon
and of course
enjoying the furniture
we assembled
together

December 23, 2024

we can do it
we can get through
the darkest/coldest months
because already
the sun is rising a little earlier
and setting a little later

we’ve made it through the darkening
and now we just need to have the temperature
catch up

December 20, 2024

bury me in my most beloved outfit
of the day
but make sure i have something
extra
in case the next day
is a different gender
or vibe
[i wouldn’t want to be misgendered
in the afterlife
or by the tiny larvae
exploding through my skin
eating me from the inside]
i can’t wait to be
a few slivers of fabric
and mostly bones
and maybe someone will figure out how to tattoo on my ribcage
‘nonbinary’
so every archaeologist will know
to make no assumptions
from my skeleton’s makeup
just vibe with the tiniest microorganisms
that i brought with me
daily
and i’ll try to explain
to st. peter
or hades
or whomever i have to
what being ‘gender chaotic’ really means
and hopefully
after i’ve shuffled off this mortal coil
and no longer have to adhere to a physical form
i can be what i’ve always thought of myself
internally

December 18, 2024

just a quick little morning poetry today
gotta do it
gotta do it
if only to wake myself up
to be in the moment
and help for tomorrow
and tomorrow’s tomorrow
to get in the habit
again
of writing
and writing
and writing
my thoughts out
each morning
each moment
digested through
poetry

December 17, 2024

i’m way off to the side
looking in
checking up
half affected by the violence
but only by third and fourth degrees

my close friend’s
daughter’s
friend’s
friend
is in critical condition

my former roommate
went there
decades
ago

i know folks in madison
working directly in schools
part time

they feel the effects
they’ll know the fear
[they’ve already been feeling it
but now it feels more real]

and i’m still over here
way outside the group
fearing for folks
instead of dealing directly
or helping directly
i’m just talking directly
and noticing patterns
and sending my best energy
and wondering how i can be so affected
every time
but it does feel worse
when it’s closer to home,
even a home you no longer go home to
it was
the people still are
and i sat on facebook for the first time in years
just hoping to hear from my people
feeling selfish
and afraid
and still somewhat untouchable
because i’m somehow always
degrees away
from tragedy
myself

and what does it all mean

[i think it means
there’s been a reckoning
and will continue to be
until we are all
closer than
next door to
the gunshots]

December 16, 2024

an impulse to search zillow
for houses in
la

an impulse to change my whole wardrobe
and start the whole journey
today

an impulse to create a new craft
try a new recipe
just do something that is
100% new to me

but i know
me
and i know
the event
more likely —

a start
with no middle
and definitely no finishing up

the curse and constant battle
of the adhd brain
on life