In Vaudeville, the Bicycle Rider, by Charles Demuth

Never Forget and Psychosomatics

Never Forget

I will never forget
how quickly your scooter sped down the hill
how much fear was etched
on your mother’s face,

how forcefully you hit the gravel,
how hard your body jolted
on the pavement,

how intensely my heart surged,
as if shocked by a defibrillator,
how desperately I sprinted to reach you,
each second stretching endlessly,

and how grateful I am
you are still here,
to also never forget.

Psychosomatics

I lost my fear of death
a few years ago

So why did
my chest shutter
and my head flood with cold
when I noticed
this mole had grown?

My body is me, but I am more than my body

One day,
when I reach
what I am (not) afraid of,
we both will be raised

Then my body and I will be at one with another
as we are in You

September 14, 2024

Further considerations

[fiction]

Baby Boom and Bust

By Thomas Wright

‘Howdy hoody! Lemme guess: you was just passing through the middle of middle England, and you recognized the flame-decorated Ferrari outside my Hobbit Hole, and you buzzed ‘cos you fancied a parley?'

[article]

I once told a therapist my father was molesting me. It wasn’t true. I was twenty-five and exhausted, lying awake most nights trying to understand why I felt so sad when nothing in my life was obviously wrong.