“What I Should Have Said There's nothing that says you can't call. I spend the weekdays teaching and moving my children from breakfast to bedtime. What else, I feel like a traitor telling someone else things I can't tell to you. What is it that keeps us together? Fingertip to fingertip, from Santa Fe to Albuquerque? I feel bloated with what I should say and what I don't. We drift and drift, with few storms of heat inbetween the motions. I love you. The words confuse me. Maybe they have become a cushion keeping us in azure sky and in flight not there, not here. We are horses knocked out with tranquilizers sucked into a deep deep sleeping for the comfort and anesthesia death. We are caught between clouds and wet earth and there is no motion either way no life to speak of.” LovePoetryRelationshipsPoemLong DistanceDeclaration Of LoveShe Had Some HorsesJoy HarjoIn Limbo Book:She Had Some Horses Source: She Had Some Horses
“And so the days pass. I keep waiting for something to happen, for the ease I feel to end, but each day follows on much like the one before.” TraumaStabilityIn Limbo Book:Foster Source: Foster