An Experiment in Freewriting

In writer's craft, we almost always spend 5-10 minutes of freewriting at the beginning of class - you can't stop writing, and you just let whatever comes to mind go onto paper. Normally, they end up being memoir-ish pieces when I do it, but I decided to try a poem in that style (only a minute of writing).



you and I
me and you

in which I can only describe us in the posts I see
"you're the most perfect person"
"I'm in love with your imperfections"

we are
perfect in our
cracks and flaws
we have to allow ourselves to break
before we can repair ourselves -

Japanese ceramics shattered put together again
with veins of gold they are once again whole
with ore and more beautiful than before

than before?

the before when the spark jump started us forward
and the after where the electric feelings are just
enough to keep us inching towards

what?

Paint and Ink

Like Van Gogh with his 

bottles of yellow, 

swallowing the paint 

down to 

colour out the 

grey in his head - 

I sit here with 

my bottle of ink and 

contemplate whether 

drinking from it 

would give form 

to the words that splay 

on the white page 

in my head.

Red

The red on my lips has 

become a routine

 where I

leave smudges

on 

crumpled napkins 

absent-minded hands 

kissed cheeks and lips

trailing my path

in small marks

throughout the day.

PDA

Craving reassurance in 

the form of 

affection 

I let myself sink 

into the warmth of 

human touch: 

fingers to fingers holding hands,

faint traces against my face,

 arms wrapped around waists

with heads settling into the crooks of necks.

I'm using you as 

an anchor for myself

before I get lost in a haze 

of doubt and hesitation

that I don't completely understand;

I hope you don't mind.