Clean and Elegant

Clean and Elegant

Tuesday 31 January 2017

This is just me giving myself Grace on the corner of Saint Laurent and Saint Viateur at 3 PM on a Tuesday.

Forgiving yourself.
Well.
He's really good at that.

"This is just me
Giving myself Grace
On the corner of Saint Laurent and Saint Viateur
at 3 PM
on a Tuesday."

Have you ever tried meditating?
No. But I should.

I move too far into severity.
Then way too far back
to somewhere too soft.

Like a killer whale's cervix
In precipitous labour.

That actually sounds pretty badass.
Though somehow very safe
And soft.

Do killer whales have cervixes?
Do zebras?

I want something less severe
That's not the Killer Whale Cervix.

The Zebra Notebook
The average father
spends nine minutes of quality time
with his children,
or fewer.

My father used to carry me around
in what seemed like a backpack,
or in his arms.

He bought me Orange Trident Gum
And we'd go to the library
And afterwards the pool.

We swam almost every day.
I'd hang onto his back
And we'd dive underwater.

I wasn't afraid of the deep end,
Or jumping off the diving board

But when I didn't hold onto my father
I wore water wings
Bright orange.

Then one day,
my father helped me take the water wings off.
Obviously
I sputtered
as I flailed my arms
and feet that could not touch the bottom.

"Look," said my father.
"You can swim."
I was fine.

The End.

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Not Separate From All That Is
What the fuck should I do with my life? Part One.
Still Me

Monday 30 January 2017

Promise, Hold Me Tight, and Potlucky

Promise
 
I promise if I MC
At your funeral,
I will not mention
The pebbles in my vagina.
 
Hold Me Tight
 
Sunday, January 29, 2017
 
There I was
Headed to Amos
For two and a half weeks.
 
I thought I felt subdued
But I guess I mixed that up
With the lighting.
 
Not subdued,
I lie on the floor
And Alanis discusses
The patterns of attachment.

Alanis
Alanis has a friend.
And her name is Sue Johnson.
 
If I'd been named Sue Johnson
I might have turned out
A little more Well-Adjusted.
 
Even more so
If my name was Sue Ellen.
 
Each of us
Has a story,
That shaped our
Personality.
 
By now I've also mixed
up the tenses
with the atmosphere.
 
Green card holders will not
Be detained
For today.

What
did you learn,
and how
did you grow.
 
Potlucky
 
Potluck turned into
A one-night stand.
His armpits held ample generosity.
All two times the orgasms were adequate.
I was open to more,
but feel lucky enough.

The End.

 

Lucky Enough Face
 
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Not Separate From All That Is
Yours Til I'm A Post-Modern Literary Genius
Hour of God on a Friday

Sunday 29 January 2017

Sad Face

In my dream my mother showed me
a picture of my three-year-old face.
I am crying,
Indignant,
Devastated,
Because someone, my neighbour,
has accused me of taking two lollipops
and I only took one.
 
My Two, and Three-Year-Old Selves, with Candy Cane and Noisemaker
The lollipops were the relatively healthy kind
from the natural food store.
Made from fruit juices,
Or environmentally friendly dyes,
Or something similarly far-fetched.

When I looked at that face,
I felt as sad as my three-year-old self.
Misunderstood,
Disbelieved.
I know how painful that was,
And still know.

The End.
Sad Face Series, 2016
End.
I am fine!

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Hour of God on a Friday
Rumplestiltskin
Deep Unyielding Depression, Part One
 

Friday 27 January 2017

Hour of God on a Friday

Hour of God on a Friday.
My body cannot release you.
Vincent says, "Some fucks are like empty calories."
Vincent never tells me what to do.
 
Everyone wants
to tell you
how hard
writing is.
 
But sentences
that start
with Everyone
are easy.
 
I also like
to talk about
my bunions.
 
Robbie always hated poetry,
going to bed,
and mornings.
 
I always hated science fiction,
formatting,
and catching the bus.
 
Toddlers we knew
wrote tributes to the moon.
"Moon up!" called the twins.
"Lune, lune," chanted Isaac.
 
Is the moon an official
stage of development?
Like seagulls and bulldozers,
learning to share,
and apple juice.
 
A full moon began
our beautiful delusions.
I menstruated twice in three weeks.
 
We carried on the myth
by talking like the two year olds.
 
Every language has its expiration date.
 
At this point it's hard
not to think about yogurt.
 
That's one of the reasons
I struggle to move on.
 
Because every time I
 see yogurt,
I think of you.

Yogurt,
and avocadoes.
I tend to forget to take off the stickers.
You kept having to remind me.
 
Together, we learned
to store avocadoes
in paper bags.
 
Sentences containing
avocadoes
are also very easy.
 
Almost every time
I see citrus
somewhere in
Vincent's office.
 
He might get the flu,
or a death in the family,
or a cold sore.
 
The End.
 
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The Benefits of an Ashtanga Yoga Practice, Part Two
Why I am like Jane Fonda
Mythological, Unconditional Love

Thursday 26 January 2017

His name used to be Generic. And at some point we'll need to review the Operating Costs.

Ankles, wrists, arms and legs.
I think I have a fever.
No news from Michael What-To-Do
Last Tuesday we gave each other head.
 
I offer a comforting presence.
Though I'm lively and dynamic most of the time.
 
His name used to be Generic.
And at some point we'll need
To review the Operating Costs.
 
What I saw was a House,
People,
An organization.
 
It's true that this friendship has brought an amazing amount. 

The greatest discovery was
This incredibly charismatic person.
It feels like so long 'til I get to see Vincent again.
 
I've become more open
To welcoming love and help.
I believe I am learning about humility.
 
Frédérick joined the firm in two thousand and three.
The Indigo Pyjamas will be ready to rinse at 7 PM.
 
The End.
 
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Performative Crying in Alleys
Performative Text Messages
Prozac Made Me A Better Person