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Kate Wood
February
60 degree rain
Snow storm overnight
My brain is afraid
Know by now
If I talk enough about the dead where the dead once was, then the dead will come to me in my dreams. Where else would you show up, right?
A voice that sounded like I was 19 again and so scared of the future, but the voice was not mine. It was the anger of being in a McDonald’s at 5:50am, your arms a mess, eyes closed. It was easy to be angry. It still is.
Thinking about the truck that drove me around, the parking tickets in school lots. Snow on the path.
I think your mom only washed the bath towels so I could have a clean one when I spent the weekend.
The published poem. I could have left it with you because I don’t think you ever knew. All gifts were second hand anyway.
Saturday
Bird song before spotify drowns it out
I think of navigating this life totally alone and wonder if I could do it
There are people who say, ‘I don’t know how she does this’
I think people who say that could be strong enough to do it themselves but they don’t have to so they don’t
If you are a dog owner, would your dog have bad dreams if you always do?
Dreamers keep on screaming
A stretched out dog leg, sliding in the mud, resisting arrest
Child’s pose sobbing, my imaginary sister: “wow, stuff like this really affects the both of us the same way huh”
The lock breaking over and over on the childhood door I slammed behind me
(Now I live in a house where there are so many doors, most of them I rarely close)
My parents as a united front, that’s what dreams do. They twist all of the fake and real and good and bad and make monsters.
Animal instincts cause me to flee
I believe everything someone tells me until I have time to figure out if that’s really true or not
Or am I just conditioned to believe everything my mom says?
I have nightmares every night when I eat ice cream
And it doesn’t stop me from doing it
I have spent a significant amount of time alone, it makes me feel like half the time I am living by myself
And I really like it
A different kind of Monday morning: Being able to watch the ice cubes melt into the plants
Knowing your own body so well: it has taken years of practice
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After every yoga practice, I try to see how long I can stay away from looking at my phone
I don’t keep a real record but tonight, I immediately turned it on because I also like to time how long I practiced
Tonight was 40 minutes where although my thoughts invaded my space, I also visualized each one floating away, just like yoga taught me
I think back to every time I’ve done yoga on the beach: twice that I recall.
Once, in the early morning New Jersey sunshine, alone, I played music but can’t remember now what I had chosen. I remember thinking of Haley. And whether or not someone would come up to me to join. Now that I’m thinking back on the memory, I remember choosing Sufjan Stevens. I thought a lot about tj too, like I always do.
The other time, I was on a dirty Ohio beach, after spending the weekend at the festival. The sun beat hot and heavy. A small group gathered. I vinyased up front. It felt so good on my back. A young man with army pants and a striped beach towel practiced next to me. Tj was behind. We all said hello to the people around us. I like being instructed to say hello to strangers. It is a nice way to be friendly and feel more connected to the people stretching their bodies the same exact way you are but it feeling so completely different.
So many other times, my outside yoga experiences have completely shifted my mood, the sleep out of my eyes, the fuzziness from my mind. Sunday grand view park yoga classes with Tj, my sister, coincidentally a co worker but we didn’t acknowledge one another, the same lady who chooses the same shady concrete spot, Ashley and Ashley’s mom.
It rained one Sunday morning and I was the only student who showed up. Goofy Paul was the substitute instructor. He said, ‘why don’t we go underneath the pavilion and just practice? No charge.’ I said, ‘sure, why not?’ And we shared this beautiful moment ever since. We embrace each other every time I visit the studio. He teaches regular classes now, still mostly to kids and a special class for kids with disabilities.
At the beginning of that practice with Paul, we closed our eyes for a substantial amount of time and when I finally blinked them open, the city had completely transformed from the storm and the act of cleansing your mind but only focusing on your own breathing and what your body naturally takes in.
That wasn’t my first pavilion class. Tj has been by my side during so many classes, including a pavilion when it rained. Thinking back now, there was so much more rain the summer of ‘16 compared to this past year’s. I’m afraid of what the world is becoming. I have begun reading science fiction written by women to actualize some of the fucked up shit that may happen one day.
Friday night bathing
Hot chocolate / it’s 60 degrees and dropping
Champa flower
It’s so easy to live like this
Terwilliger Hot Springs, Oregon | by Forrest Smith
January
A flock of crows in the 7:30am snowing sky
And a squirrel hurrying along the telephone wire
Same direction