Inventory of Being
I am Zipporah
I don’t know my real age
Because I’ve always felt older than I am
But I look younger than I am
And that’s confusing.
I see in all shades of bright pink
I feel in deep dark shapes.
My eye color shifts with my mood
Which is often.
My legs are strong and powerful
I know this for a fact
Since my mom used to call me thunder thighs.
Laughing hurts
But crying hurts more
So I laugh harder
But then I feel like I’m burping rocks
So I stop.
My dead loved ones
Visit me in my dreams
Sometimes on the street
Then the lonely leaves.
But the scab picks open.
I try to feel into me
There are too many doors
So I stand outside
Cold and alone
Looking at the doors.
My hair is short
I cut it real short
Free.
My wigs are long
Play is fun.
I have two children
I lost another inside
I’d like to talk to it
But it’s the size of a dime
Or a quarter
They said a small egg
What does it matter
It’s dead.
My house is blue
Grass a beautiful green
I dig my feet
And catch blades between
My toes
I lie facedown
And inhale earth
I speak to worms
No one knows.
I like crystals
Clear water
Clear tissue boxes
Clear containers
And clear shower curtains
So I can see my killer
Like an Alfred Hitchcock
But not.
I want to dip into
A rainbow when I see one
I’m afraid if I run my hand
Through the colors
I’ll disappear.
Sky high stilettos
Turn me on.
I can eat a whole bag of twizzlers
Especially late at night
From a rest stop
After eating chocolate souffle
And ice cream.
I’m a heath coach
I say affirmations every day
Repeat after me –
I am in the best of health
Life agrees with me.
Until it doesn’t.
So I say more affirmations
I hope there are a lot more out there.
Red makes me anxious
And powerful
I spell my name with a Z
That feels powerful to me
Also, that’s how it’s spelled on
My birth certificate.
I can go for 2 weeks without sleeping
Then complain I’m so tired.
Im always tired
Life is tiring
The dead rest.
It’s easier to visit them in my sleep
So why can’t I sleep?
September 7 2022