Sunday, February 9, 2020

A woman is born twice

Once through blood
Again through blood

I spilled over my regulation Sunday horror spilled over I walked to the kitchen heard Somewhere Over the Rainbow on a tinny childhood radio Sundays a black resonance secrets hidden meanings my inner cake fell my heart tried to escape my chest I made a mess of my kitchen butter sugar flour yeast a single orange yolk from Jack the Egg Man cinnamon I sat on a kitchen chair taking my own blood pressure over and over and over every five minutes in fact there are no facts am I dying the doctor says my blood pressure is normal my blood is normal my glucose levels and cholesterol levels are all normal all of it normal but here is my heart bleeding for Seppuku bleeding for Fridays at the Pearl Oyster Bar in New Orleans bleeding for Henry’s dream horses bleeding for coronavirus victims on a cruise ship bleeding for Amerikkka I am coming down with a ragey case of insanity my heart bleeds for Dorothy Gale and Alice Liddell and Elsie Paroubek and Violet Vivian

A woman is born twice
once through blood
Again through blood

A third time through the kitchen her kitchen every kitchen in the known world

I wish I had a zombie font so I could type


and then put my arms in front of me and stagger around drooling 

I’m making cinnamon rolls for the Dutchess


Blogger Ms. Moon said...

Hold on, dear woman. I'm here if you need me.

February 9, 2020 at 1:51 PM  
Blogger 37paddington said...

Thank you for writing how I have been feeling but with different references, you nailed it the Seppuku bleeding and the kitchen, my nemesis, your comfort, I’m glad you have that comfort. I love you. Here’s my hand.

February 9, 2020 at 7:14 PM  

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