Thoughts

1. He braces my body.
2. Part of being poor is hunger.
3. Sex should not be the only exercise I get.
4. I am attracted to relationships that are mean to reflect my mean.
5. So badly, I miss Paris and travel.
6. I am terribly afraid of love. No, of commitment.
7. I am more afraid of not making anything of my self.
8. My favorite part of his body is his eyelashes when wet.
9. Gramma thinks the next time I go home is when she is dead. This may be true.
10. He challenges my idealism.
11. Children own me. Even my invisible children.
12. Music=movement. Words=Color. Life=Love. Creation=Art

Creation Myth

"How many creation myths do you know?"
We count on our fingers, silently.
I know 8. He knows 8 too.

I name them off first:
Chinese, Navajo, Australian,
Egyptian, Christian,
Atlantian, Human Race,
And Darwinian.

He intellectualizes,

"It is interesting
How there are many creation myths within
One culture."

I tell him that my myth is the same
And spans across cultures.

Mine goes like this:
There were 8 aliens
Who wanted to make slaves.
They mixed their blood
With that of an ape,
And out came the human slave.

In Egypt, in Atlantis, in Australia....
We were transported and placed.

He can't seem to remember
The last of his myths,
His pinky pointing up and out
From the rest of his curled fist.

I put his finger down, and affirm,
"WE are a creation myth."