we were enveloped in it; the flash of lights kept time with the music, swirled around all legs, twirling against the green.
silent jockeys of painted mares, the wind at our backs and these valiant steeds galloped on gallantly as fingers twist into wooden tendrils carved into their necks.
our veins tight, blood throbbing against the skin, the pithy pulsing red that courses through us, careens into the caverns of our circulatory systems, beats wildly against the blue, our winterskins alternate between pallid with cold, flushed with warmth.
hoofed and bewildered in the swill of snowflakes smiling across our faces.
never seen a more beautiful sight than the white caught in your hair, against the frame of your face, in that light, in the wind by the sea.
sometimes you have dreams that are subconsciously based off of a song you heard once or twice or a-hundred-and-forty-one-odd-times, and they become a relatively nice thing to write about at the end of a month that always feels slightly nightmareish. the end. sorry if you read all of these. i had a hard time this year. i have a hard time every year, but this year seemed worse. a lot of haiku. of course, i like haiku, so. alright. thanks for reading.
originates in my tailbone, an ache, as though having fallen recently, but not having fallen recently, the harbinger of something more nefarious.
the next hour it shimmies shivers up my spine, splits at the base of my neck; slides down my arms, elbows, tying into knuckle joints, a game of uncle i never win. slips sandpaper into my throat, rasps, cheesegraters, etc. ladders up the rungs of my neck into the hypothalamus to cast feverish nets across my face; the big catch of the day, one twenty seven year old immune system.
i am afraid that it is coming. i’ve got aches everywhere and i feel wretched.
pages of braille high school handouts train tickets.
snake bites bowels and ulcers and eardrums and lungs junky veins.
lsd blotters books of stamps drain pipes.
watermelon flesh swiss cheese wingtips.
i do not feel very well, so apologies if this seems half assed (it should). note to self in the future when all is not as it is now; this should be reworked as all things holey instead, but i love the idea of perforated lungs. that’s normal. so maybe split in two.
Myth #1 – Introverts don’t like to talk. This is not true. Introverts just don’t talk unless they have something to say. They hate small talk. Get an introvert talking about something they are interested in, and they won’t shut up for days.
Myth #2 – Introverts are shy. Shyness has nothing to do with being an Introvert. Introverts are not necessarily afraid of people. What they need is a reason to interact. They don’t interact for the sake of interacting. If you want to talk to an Introvert, just start talking. Don’t worry about being polite.
Myth #3 – Introverts are rude. Introverts often don’t see a reason for beating around the bush with social pleasantries. They want everyone to just be real and honest. Unfortunately, this is not acceptable in most settings, so Introverts can feel a lot of pressure to fit in, which they find exhausting.
Myth #4 – Introverts don’t like people. On the contrary, Introverts intensely value the few friends they have. They can count their close friends on one hand. If you are lucky enough for an introvert to consider you a friend, you probably have a loyal ally for life. Once you have earned their respect as being a person of substance, you’re in.
Myth #5 – Introverts don’t like to go out in public. Nonsense. Introverts just don’t like to go out in public FOR AS LONG. They also like to avoid the complications that are involved in public activities. They take in data and experiences very quickly, and as a result, don’t need to be there for long to “get it.” They’re ready to go home, recharge, and process it all. In fact, recharging is absolutely crucial for Introverts.
Myth #6 – Introverts always want to be alone. Introverts are perfectly comfortable with their own thoughts. They think a lot. They daydream. They like to have problems to work on, puzzles to solve. But they can also get incredibly lonely if they don’t have anyone to share their discoveries with. They crave an authentic and sincere connection with ONE PERSON at a time.
Myth #7 – Introverts are weird. Introverts are often individualists. They don’t follow the crowd. They’d prefer to be valued for their novel ways of living. They think for themselves and because of that, they often challenge the norm. They don’t make most decisions based on what is popular or trendy.
Myth #8 – Introverts are aloof nerds. Introverts are people who primarily look inward, paying close attention to their thoughts and emotions. It’s not that they are incapable of paying attention to what is going on around them, it’s just that their inner world is much more stimulating and rewarding to them.
Myth #9 – Introverts don’t know how to relax and have fun. Introverts typically relax at home or in nature, not in busy public places. Introverts are not thrill seekers and adrenaline junkies. If there is too much talking and noise going on, they shut down. Their brains are too sensitive to the neurotransmitter called Dopamine. Introverts and Extroverts have different dominant neuro-pathways. Just look it up.
Myth #10 – Introverts can fix themselves and become Extroverts. Introverts cannot “fix themselves” and deserve respect for their natural temperament and contributions to the human race. In fact, one study (Silverman, 1986) showed that the percentage of Introverts increases with IQ
eyes carrying baggage over the weight limit from spring’s first pollen, last night’s dreams of eating ravioli in the room where i spent four years singing, never enough sleep, trying to see something better than this, but blind; half mooned, heavy lidded, and tired.
today was really awful, and thusly today’s poem is also really awful. you’ll all live, i promise.