NapOwrimo Day 3: Feet

“Feet what do I need you for, When I have Wings to fly?” - Frida Kahlo

Feet

I think where would I be

Or where I would NOT be

If I didn’t have you to partake in my decisions

or indecisions.

on that we haven’t always agreed.

a mind of your own it seems.

Seems like I don’t need you as much these days.

but blessed I am to have all these limbs.

the world doesn’t call for me to be in places I once didn’t want to always drag you too

white socks

dusty souvenirs of where I

haven’t been.

kitchens know you too well

imprints of you in my scale

i tell my lover I’m just like Frida now. I can make art and peace or war from the comfort of my bed springs.

from my office pillow

give you a little break.
not always rush at the chance of being seen or

WorSe - feeling unseen someplace I obligated you to attend.
it’s just us at this party

us 3

two of you and one of me

we

propped up on a table

no excuse me or pardon me

soaking in the tub

toes up against the silver of faucet

Oh how we have become rather intentional now

beat up Converse and only conversing with people we wish to see

six feet apart

only walking on green grass by that favorite tree in Land Park. At our own pace. With our own metronome on the pavement.
just to make music

just to hear the sound of my liberty

Holding up my body

a hangar for my soul

holding up the 3 pounds I ate last week

holding up this goddess frame

I once didn’t always call that.
I never give you enough credit

for the pedal push on that gas

The sandy beaches of LA

the grounded feel

of earth in between my toes

Collaborative communication with my mind and pushing past fear to just

GO

Just Do IT.

get up!
you’ve got places to go.

places to leave.
places to walk briskly past or

Slow down to smell the roses

or songs to dance to
rest baby.
not for long.
pause.
Thank you for never going numb

for always being up for the challenge
Seems like these days I create it all with my mind.
I can make money without

you working

beating yourself up on that

overtime.

I guess that’s what Frida said

when she meant wings to fly.

rest now.

The power is mine

I need you but
come back another time

Save your energy

let Me see

what I can manifest with this mind.