It’s a magic trick
Just a flick of the wrist
A wink and a smile
And you’re mine for awhile
And I’m yours, too,
Less me, more you
A mirror, so you see
A you-painted me.
And where did I go?
Oh, inside, down below
Never pleased, always pleasing
Always flight fawn or freezing
It’s a super power
Being such a good liar
Being everything to everyone
Dealing the cards
While holding none.

Today was a sad song day
And I am alive.

I read a poem about love and tomatoes
that moved me to tears

And it’s raining now,
storming.

And I am alive.

Were I a different kind of mother,
the kind from movies,
I would wake you up so we could run outside and dance flailingly in the front yard as the neighbors peer through their slatted blinds, shaking their heads.

The storm has already slowed, though.
It always ends eventually.

The rain will bring tomatoes
and soften the grass between your tiny toes.

And I am alive.

How perfectly my aliveness fits my every me,
how much room there is in here.
If fill my aliveness to the very top, somehow it is never full,
there is always space for another swirling galaxy,
another thunderstorm
another sad song.

Tomorrow there will be tomatoes
and soft grass and tiny toes.

Today was a sad song day.
And I am alive.