i am meant to be at a family reunion today. instead i am
hermiting and rereading old journals from high school and disparaging at
how far i have not come in nine years and how tempered now are my ambitions,
and i am watching the cats sleep peacefully coiled in my comforter and i am
throwing up.
of late i have been skittery and grim and your comments i keep
in my inbox and reread ad nauseum in the hopes that this time i will be able to
take them in, that they will mean something at last. because you have beautiful
things to say but my barriers have been far too reinforced and with you nicking
away at the outside and me inside trying to stop the continued construction
maybe we can save me from my own self-sabotage. i have fifteen thousand things
to say to you all but how can i say what i mean to say to you when i cannot
even say it to myself?
conundrums and empty heart, dizzy head and fragile mind. i am
meant to be at the Lake just now, all smiles to the cousins and quick answers
as to What I'm Doing These Days and What I Plan to Do Ultimately and being a
safety net for my mother of course, for my father too, not to mention my aunt
and my cousin, i'm meant to hold it all together for them all and i'm meant to
lie in the sun and eat and swim and my bones are not meant to jut out nor my
scars to be seen (or exist at all) and i am meant to be a shining token of
their success, legacy, poster child, what have you.
i will not be that, no, i am no doll and i am not sorry. and i
will stay here in california and smoke and throw up and cover my scars thank
you because my dogs love me no matter what, really, no matter what i am or profess to be or how many
times i fail or succeed. they will be there with
their slobbery smiles and snuffly kisses. and you will be here with your words
of support that i am afraid of because no one anywhere any time has ever
supported me so much and it terrifies me because i cannot possibly be worth
that, no, no way. the universe is ever expanding and still i take up too much
space in it.
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