Homes Boney Chest

We sat in the backseat of your car, blankets immersing us in fake sanctuary; I'm home because you're there. I don't really take pleasure in scary movies, they interest me, but they depress me. We ignore the movie, we tried playing cards. I touched you beneath your undergarments; Warmth; I was home; In the back of your car; At the drive-in theater; On screen two.

What do you do when home leaves you? Put up signs with his face on it? “Money reward for return of home” You can have a weakness for the fossils- The poem, the horse you endearingly knitted for weeks, the dream catcher that whimsically suspends from my wall with my uneven décor, red walls with your writing- will these fossils haunt me or comfort me?

I want to lay my head on homes boney chest. I love you.

bottomless

I often do not become conscious of the amount of pain I feel, though nevertheless, it is dreadfully present.  I have a “gift” (one could say) for snubbing that nagging anguish- AKA: the deep cuts. I divert their attention to/ with the minor scrapes.  Later, however, in combination with the lesser scrapes, the deep cuts begin to feel bottomless.

"For the sake of goodness and love, man shall let death have no sovereignty over his thoughts." - Thomas Mann


To Govern. Supreme power or authority.

Often times religion is a cultural system relating mostly to humanity, that establishes thoughts,ideas and morals that contribute to an individuals values. Often times those "values" become a "merit" or "worth" in a society and suddenly those who do not share the same "values" lack "merit". When a cultural system (ahem, religion) becomes such a cycle it often governs (rather than influencing) many lives and choices. I believe Thomas Mann is advising us to let "goodness and love" govern our thoughts.