Friday, March 21, 2014
Prompt: I Am
I'm in the dressing room, trying on wings, halos, horns, fangs.
I am the rooms of my house and their ghosts and their graves and their inhabitants, borrowing bodies.
I am the girl watching herself run wild and free across the meadow on the television set while eating cheese puffs and sour patch kids on the couch.
I am in the cross hairs of maiden and crone, as predicted by the ceremony my mother held in her backyard when she turned 50 and I turned 21 while her neighbor, Ed the Trucker, watched from his back fence.
I am the stack of unsorted papers growing on my desk like rings inside a tree, but faster.
I am finding a little more freedom in a little more structure.
I am the first flash of connection between head and heart and hand.
I am not sure the frame always fits the painting.
I am in search of God not Church.
I am the one who stayed and the one who, despite the blood contract, the unspoken agreement sworn to forever, got up and walked away.
I am the text my husband sent while eavesdropping on a conversation at the Jewish Community Center: "After 50 years, wife and I are starting to understand each other."
I am the phone call I make to him ten minutes later to make sure he's still there 13 years after impact.
I am Mary Magdalene texting Judah.
I am the whale that forgot to spit out Jonah.
I am the senior citizens in Fit and Fab shaking their booties in slacks and sweaters.
I am the boat motors covered in snow on the picnic table, disemboweled from their boats.
I am the yoga pose just out of reach, the one the body found instead.
I am changing even as I stab at the page with words woefully under-equipped to describe how.
I am the baby tooth waiting under the pillow for her fairy, the wisdom tooth evicted from her childhood home.
I am the face in the mirror that says, "I know you. You're alright. Yes, you can stay."
Posted by Valley Haggard at 10:09 AM