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Caro 1d
One day
I’d love to be
Eaten, defiled, consumed, delighted in
The very same way
I do
A mango

I want for someone to be so overcome
By my deliciousness
That they must eat
and eat
eat and eat
Until I am spent
And they sit back almost ashamed
At how they were swept away
Consuming me with such vigor
Rakishly, sheepishly
Wiping wet from their lips
And wishing they could have a bit more
Caro 4d
When I’m feeling
Nostalgic and droopy
And a smile teases but doesn’t quite crest
I think of you
And I tease myself that I’ll
Reach out
Unblock, find a screenshot of your number
Or search my computer for it
And just give you a little “hi”
Just to see
But I also know I wouldn’t do that
I’m too grown
But what I wouldn’t give
To receive one of your foolish
Text novels
So long you have to click the little arrow
About the three nights we spent together
6 years ago
Caro 4d
Lay down with me in the hollow
Meet me at my low
Or in the bad angry
Or gusting cold forsaken grey
Lay with me in silence
Witness my tears
Slump with me
Let your chest rest
Against the scratchy lumpy pillow that feels just right for a nap between cries
Soon I’ll rise
And bow and bend and dance like a poppy in the spring
I’ll shine like dew on the wild grass in the morning meadow
But for now
I am lying down in the never ending
Grey of twilight

My dads two years with chemo
Rolls into a third with horrible raw radiation in the horizon
Or a beastly surgery with low odds of success
Beyond that
My moms financial situation precarious
The big house I grew up in
Has been teetering on the edge of
The cliff of my fathers life
For two years
And I fear it is tipping dangerously close to the abyss
It’s a long time to be in the tipping zone

“Anyone would be”
A friend says when I tell them I’m weary
“But I am! It’s me! Me who is weary!”
I want to scream that it’s not anyone
It’s me
And I want my pain to matter more
To the masses
But my pain is not unique
But it is high ranking pain
A google search will tell you that cancer, your own or a sick family members is one of the top most stressful events of someone’s life
That validates me
And I use it to help my mom see
Why her hand shakes
Why she’s gained weight
Why it’s hard to feel great
But she’s in denial

She’s in the tipping zone too
But she’s been for far longer than two years
I believe that illness often
Heightens and makes physical
Our perception of things
That man has been joyless, loveless, touchless, denying himself of all pleasure
For as long as I can remember
Cold as it is to say
Of course he has cancer

The tipping zone
I was out of it
For a bit
I was in avoidance
Rarely seeing him to avoid
The skin and bones hugs from that once powerful dad
Avoiding the feeding tube he must
Adjust
When he sits
The pain on his face when he burps
And it burns
From the goo in the tube
But now it’s on me
Somehow
To convince him to do the surgery and not the radiation
Is what my sister says
She’s angry at mom as always
And I’ll try and get the story from mom
And then from dad
And try to piece together
Some realistic picture of the options
The outcomes
The side effects
I ultimately will be removed from
At my place a few miles away

What’s the best choice?
I don’t know
To go back to his childhood?
To go back ten years and tell mom I found his bourbon?
Is it our fault?
That we didn’t say anything as he burned away his esophagus with drink after drink on an empty stomach
Of course not, I would tell a friend
Of course it’s not your fault, I could tell my siblings
We all knew
But we all had to hide it
Those were the rules

The tipping zone rules
Caro Aug 23
Men will give you what you want without asking
In a lot of ways
In a lot of other ways you have to ask and ask
But a touch on the lower back in bed?
You don’t have to ask
And I suppose if I had a girlfriend
I wouldn’t have to ask either
But it’s when it’s going from friends to more
That I’m talking about
With men that part is easy
It’s going from friends to more
With a woman that requires such vulnerability
An ask
The potential she’ll say no
And I’ll feel
Like a woman who has desire and expresses it unapologetically
Which is really the woman I’m trying to become
I’d love to be so brave
Caro Aug 8
31
Today I turn 31
I spent the night
With a tight neck and a headache
A recent boundary setting with a close friend
Causing a frenzy in my nervous system
I made a delicious breakfast
Fending off the pain
I meditated with a wonderful friend
And said hi to her delicious baby at the end of the call
The pain eased
I had lunch with my mother
It was nice until
She said something that was too much
Drove a bit crazy and talked about her trauma
The pain returned
After she left I lay in bed
Tormented by the pain now spreading from my right toes to my gums
I did a meditation ceremony to reown my healing energy for me
And did some yoga
The pain subsided almost completely
I caulked my tub and audio messaged with a friend
I had an ******
The pain now a whisper
I’m dressing to go watch Freaky Friday 2 with a close friend of mine
And share a dinner and many laughs I’m sure
I’ll wear my pants that were once too long but have shrunk in the wash to just my height
The pain easing even more as a I contemplate my perfect pants
I think 31 might be the best age I’ve ever been
It feels right the way that 27 felt right
I look at the art I’ve made
I listen to my latest song
I am bursting with pride to be me
Caro Aug 8
I miss being spoken to

Roughly

By my lover

In bed

*wink
Caro Jul 23
Last night I indulged
And spent some extra time plucking my eyebrows in the mirror
As with all pluckings there were moments I feared I had gone too far
Shaped incorrectly or taken away too many valuable strands
But this morning
I gloat as I look in my kitchen mirror
Frying potatoes patties
I look up to such a face
Framed so delightfully my newly shaped eyebrows
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