When We Drink Bottles of Wine by Ourselves....

I am not a God
I am not a Hafiz
I am not a Rumi
I am not a brilliant mind
But I have the hands of a man who has spent his life in the stock yards of old novels
And I have the body of an eight year old boy.
I have the tongue of an incompetent donkey -
And the will of a fly in a garbage pile

The fact is I can do nothing at all.

Everyone has already said everything that can ever be said
So why in the world would a girl like me try
to do something like have an idea.
Might as well sit here and drink myself stupid
– marry me away to another rich fool.

couples counseling

today my therapist told me to have my body tell my brain what it is she wants from the other.
I'll skip the gritty details, but they had a good long dialogue.
brain committed to let body dance whenever and wherever she felt the impulse to do so.
It was quite a break through for the two of them.

Let Go.

whispers march their manipulative ways into my ears and down further through and into my throat where I have no say - and probably never have. If I'm speaking, please don't listen - I am being held captive by the weight of a brain that won't let go.

"You won't like me when I'm happy

so please, God, don't make me happy."