Wednesday, September 24, 2014

May 31st 2014 1:07pm

When we walk Joey hums the sound of my footsteps hitting the street.
And the rain falls but it's ok because it makes the roses come up.

Joey stays awake so I can sleep. He takes my hand off the wheel and puts me to bed. 

Nathaniel tells this story.
He's telling a story of his sister.
There is a calm and the light in the sky is yellow. Thunderstorm weather.  Everything is ok, I feel safe.

I am their only sister.

These dreams are rare. 

Monday, September 08, 2014

May, 2014

I was alive for one moment
When you touched my hand
All the blood rushed to my head
I toppled over 
And never got up again