Leo

April 4, 2021

Its early in the morning (6:18 am) and Im up having a ton of different thoughts going through my mind. Im thinking mostly about a friend that I spent the day with yesterday. We have known of each other for a few years now but never spent any real time together.

He spoke of a few pet peeves while we conversed but I was careful not to say too much. Im learning when getting to know someone that I must listen and consider what is being said. Not so much to recall those details, but to look behind and try and find where or from what circumstances that idea was born.

My experiences with my past relationships shaped who I am today. Its reasonable then, I believe, to assume the same is true for this young man.

Yes a detail that I hadnt shared yet劣e is 18 years younger than me.鴷

This could be a problem if I was younger but I am 50 years old so好o one cares really. He is a very grown man and very smart and resourceful. I find him intriguing and I want to know more.

Im having trouble communicating which seems to be an art that I have yet to master, verbally that is I feel like I communicate well when I write. Reader, do you think I communicate well in this realm? I dont know for certain and I think I need to rehearse what I might say to my friend lets call him Leo because his hair looks like a mane about his head.

Dear Leo,

Its the morning after and I chose to sleep at home in the comfort of my familiar surroundings. A safe distance from you in order to gather my thoughts. I remember you saying that you liked to write. I hope you have the same affinity for me and what I produce with my virtual pen. Do you know how beautiful you are to me? Nah beauty is not only a feminine adjective but if that word you feel doesnt suit you than I offer another吐egal. I wonder if you really know the way your posture introduces you? On top of that you have the audacity to grow your own crown! In every way you appear quite regal and even humbly majestic.

When I allowed you into my personal space I could sense your angst though I figured it was just my age or something. As I played in your locks and drew you into me I could feel you sink in吃esss字elax and exhale. I mean you no harm. I cannot promise that I wont hurt you because I am human and prone to fuccin up! (Just being real). We all have our struggles and I am a work in progress but Im not excusing premeditated methodical selfish behavior. I do not practice deceit. A victory is not a win unless I earned it with my own wits about me. I am a lover in that I show love from the beginning and you help me decide how much distance (and love) you truly deserve by your actions.

When you speak of your past I must confess I feel that you maybe have some things that you are still dealing with. Its perfectly fine to be a work in progress my love and where you were isnt where you want to stay. Keep moving ahead. One step at a time until you find yourself beyond the hurt. Lord knows that I know this one. Its the story of my life! Guard your heart and miss your blessing if you want. Ive learned that emotional walls not only keep out the hurt but anything else that you may feel. You will find it difficult to keep me on the perimeter. Love and light is like a soothing balm to an aching heart.

I wont push in unless invited

Love Salt

Dont feel any realer

They say writers gotta write. Most of the time when I think of something to write Im driving in my car where I am master of my domain. I have control over what is said in this place and no one can impose their ideas onto my process.

Thinking about momma. Shes been gone 12 days and just saying that out loud brings awareness to the knot in my chest. In 12 days I dont feel like I have made any progression , except to exist through the journey. How is it that I feel stuck in the moment? I keep recollecting different moments that lead up to March 8. I try and reason with my conscience that I did what I was told, even though I wanted to disobey. I couldnt send her away to die alone and she didnt want that either.

The moment when she asked me if I wanted her to die and I felt conflicted in saying No momma but it hurts to watch you suffer this way. I want you to live forever momma! Its a hurtful thing to watch your mom cling to life while her body betrays her. Death is not a pretty sight either. Momma didnt close her eyes and sleep her life away.

The sores on her feet that infected her bone gave her hellish nights filled with writhing about and moaning in pain. Her lack of appetite left her belly empty and she kept getting nauseous from the pain meds. She was too weak to get out of the bed so I had to roll her back and forth to remove the soiled diaper from underneath her and replace it, after cleaning her, with a new one. She would groan at every push and pull. The left leg that she broke never healed properly. That posed an even tougher challenge of not causing her more pain. SMH.

These past 12 days havent made it any realer. Seeing her corpse laying in the coffin didnt make it no realer…Walking past her dark and empty room doesnt make it any realer…in the past 12 days I dont feel any different…and I cant quite describe how I feel…feels more like a lack of feeling…but then again I feel this knot in my chest… and I know that its the water behind the dam…the dam already has some cracks. How many cracks will it take before the dam burst? How many heart breaks will it take before I really am numb? Can I choose to be numb? Does that really happen? How does it work? I dont know. I dont get it. Where am I in my grief? Can anyone tell me?

Thorn

I know that I run

Hot and cold with you

One week I am after that D

The next week I ghost you

What is this girls problem?

Im sure youre asking yourself 

Does she even know what she wants?

I dont know what I want 

Better than that I know what I do

I need a safe space 

To tell you how He damaged me 

Exactly who he left behind 

Once he took what he wanted and 

deposited in me a life of misery 

For the man who would love me

He must understand that with this flower 

there is a thorn 

Between him and I 

must inform so that my

Conscience is clear and

He can decide for himself 

Quite unlike what was did for me in

denying me mine, Choosing for himself

If only for a few

Who are you?  Whom do  you presume to be?

A sight for my sore eyes and for my soul to feed

This hunger within me宇hat sees a need

To release at least 3圬eep ones in me

That need…you would seem to be able to fill with

Sweet affirmations and visualistic appeal

With no real effort you seduce my soul

It seems like second nature to you,that you

Know just what to say and just how to deliver

words that

soothe the aches in my heart as I

I watch my mother die

This is a death for not only she,

 but in you I see a way for me

To leave this place of hurt,

if only for a few

I can then fall in the midst of you

Between your arms, enfold me and see

What heaven would feel like if I could be

Yours and maybe you could be mine, If

What you seek in me is there and you find

that love is a real destination and my

heart, although broken still works just fine

Hyper Vigilance

Dating in a pandemic is not what I am used to. Dates for me was going to dinner, watching a movie in a theater while eating popcorn. I have gone to the county fair and sampled the food and ridden giant roller coasters at Magic Mountain on dates. A couple of times I met someone at a club and danced with them. Went home with them. Had breakfast with them the very next day.

I recall feeling safe to get in my dates car and even driving out of town with him. It never occurred to me that my date might have nasty thoughts about me. Dont misunderstand me when I say nasty thoughts!! Some nastiness is cool. Like the nasty Janet Jackson means when she sings, Miss Jackson if youre nasty! This is more like Bundy nasty. The nasty thoughts some folks have that created the need for pictures on milk cartons.

I also remember being warned of the dangers of the internet. How once you put something on there it is out there in the universe and irretrievable.

As I consider the things that I have sent out into that universe I chuckle!! Oh well! My personal business is out there in the universe. I dont know how hard you have to look or who you would have to ask but you could see my ta tas if you wanted! Lol! Possibly more than that. SMH. I cant blame it on being young and dumb either! I didnt start up the height of experimentation until my 40s.

2020 was a year for many firsts. Some Miss Jackson firsts and some just nasty firsts. It introduced me to blackouts and possible roofies, and wicked people who looked friendly. I found myself feeling like Little Red Riding Hood staring at the wolfs sharp teeth. The smell of his breath offending me as he stands in my face snarling getting ready to eat me!

So what am I supposed to do now? Now that I am traumatized and untrusting of anyone. I dont know what will become of me. If I dont figure out how to get past the pain I dont know how anyone can get close enough to me. Honestly, I dont know if I can get past it. This pain seems to have me cornered. Convincing me that everyone is nasty. No one is good and I may as well give up. Settle into a monk style life. No love life for me and the tragedy that has become my life will rule.

Merry Jane (Momma)

If my eyes were blue and not brown

I wonder if you could see

That it seems to hard to raise my chin to be

Parallel with the ground

Every day is a step closer for you…further for me

Into a world where you wont ever be

Ive known it was coming…we all have that date

To report and pass on from this world and face

Heaven or hell, reincarnation, or something else

Whatever it is I hope for momma she can finally rest…

Right now momma is still here,

so I am going to say,

I love you momma for another day

Inappropriate thoughts

I now have this new zest for life!

So much so that it seems to come off way thirsty Ive realized lately so,

I thought it better to retreat to my introspection

I know that I am a weird one and Im ok with that

As long as doing what suits me

with little regard to those who would try

to judge me while having their dirt too doesnt bother me匈 can live with it

We met at a pivotal point in my life

As I was licking my wounds from the hurt I suffered

You told me that he was an idiot

You told me that I was too substantial for a dating site

In the darkness you spoke life into my ear

Regardless of your intent

Whether it was gassing me up with an agenda or not

Those words I believed and I felt like you were my friend

Granted a friend that had inappropriate thoughts about me! Lol

I didnt do anything to discourage it either! Why tf would I do that? Lol

Please allow me to meet the brilliant mind that is you someday, no rush really!! in person

I promise you I wont harass you for sex!

Seriously Im ALL bark and zero bite 鴾佗賤儭

Honestly 50 is feeling like that being by myself is the key to happiness

Denial

…denial helps us minimize the overwhelming pain of loss. As we process the reality of our loss, we are also trying to survive emotional pain.

I do not want to mourn for my mother while she is yet alive…but I do…every day.. I want to coach her onto her feet again, but she wont even try anymore…She pretends to but then when we come to her bedside to assist she says that she is too weak..she is beginning to cough now..I say to myself, COVID19 is claiming another one…if her…than why not me?..I have been caring for her for almost 6 weeks…is this my very near future? I do not want to begin the 5 stages on myself but something inside me nags at the idea that I am in the stage of denial already…I have not been tested..i dont have a cough..no fever…no flu like symptoms of any kind so I believe my body and dont stress about it. Hell! I got enough stress…I got school…I got momma…I got Mo..well Mo is a necessary dependent. He helps me care for his gma…I worry about him too…We are in her face everyday…Mo…my gentle giant of a son loves his gma…he helps and has not said a word about her being positive for COVID19..I do not want to let me thoughts torment me of this being his future either…we wear the N95 masks..we wash our hands and use hand sanitizer when leaving her room..I pray this is not a stage of denial..If so I got some shit I want to make sure is heard before I go out into the universe to discover there has gotta be something better than this!!!!

I would still take care of my momma knowing that it would kill me too..No regrets…If I have my way she will die with me holding her hand..we were not always sweet to one another…We both failed to meet each others needs at times…momma always loved me…I always loved her and I will continue to love her until I die…she was good to me…I guess there is really no way that I can hold off the grieving for momma while watching her want so badly to get out of that bed and not being able to even bend her legs or her waist…it is as if rigor mortis is setting in slowly and her mind and heart have not accepted death…so she lays in the bed in a partially paralyzed body…it hurts momma…to watch you fight…hurts to see you hurt…i wish I could do more to comfort you…even hugs hurt you…i kiss you on the forehead and say to you, I love you momma. I will leave you so you can rest now…every time you say,I love you too. I hope that it is not the last time…

Wee Hours

Baby Girl

I read somewhere that writers are their most productive, or insightful in the wee hours of the night. I cannot help but acknowledge this statement to be true for me. I am a writer. I used to think that one day I would become a writer, but everyday I am writing something! Now I dont count to do lists and grocery lists in there just FYI! It may be only in my head sometimes because my hands are full and I can’t write at the moment. Yet and still every day I write. 

I am enrolled in an advanced writing course this semester and I am assigned a few papers to write. I know that my instructor can critique and teach me things that will aid me in my writing but I am having it hard sitting down to write for class. It feels constricting. I want to think and ruminate on whatever is on my mind and write. I want and need the instruction, because I want to be a successful and hopefully a paid writer someday. Some folks will say that many successful authors were not formally educated and I know that already. I am a student and I want to take advantage of what University can do for me. My mind state needs to change to that frequency instead of the slave one that I am on! SMH!

It is 5:03 am…I have been up since 2 am. when my son came to my door and asked for help with grandma. She has been crying out for help for 2 hours now, and I don’t know what she needs he says. We go in her room together and roll her over to her opposite hip. The nurse informed me that she should never lie on her back because of the diabetic ulcer on her tailbone. Of course I wouldn’t leave her laying on her back anymore after the night. I found her choking on her own bile because she was too weak to roll over! 

Oh momma…I’m so sorry that you are clinging to life in this sick and decaying body. It is hard to watch my momma die. I am having a rough time typing because my vision is blurred by the tears welling up in my eyes. I brought her home from the home because I wanted to be with her when she died. I didnt want her to be in a covid restricted nursing home where I could not sit at her bedside and hold her hand. Caring for her myself is hard, and I know that I am overwhelmed, but I want mommy to be at home. She loves this house and wants to be here. Life will carry on for me beyond hers I think. You never really know though do you? Whos to say that I will outlive her? She may be older, sicker, and closer to death than me but it means nothing. I am hoping that I do outlive her. At least long enough to hold her hand when she goes. I love you momma I dont want you to ever die but I know that you can’t stay so I will be here for you now. Although it hurts to watch you struggle to move, and cry out in pain I will keep  telling you that it will be ok. I will keep telling you that I will be fine and you don’t need to worry. You did a great job raising me, even though I gave you shit on the regular! I am glad that I have you and I want to be sure that you know that you are loved and cherished by your baby girl Vickie

The book of D-Eli

Imagine youre in a deserted place. Its quiet with exception to the wind and everything around you appears to have survived the apocalypse. You squint your eyes as you do a quick survey of your surroundings. The sunshine is bright even though its rays shine grey because of the overcast. The winds whistles are alternately sounding off between gusts of dust and tumbleweeds whipping through. You look for the breeze to refresh you but instead it encourages beads of sweat to run into your eyes. You continue to walk down the road scanning the horizon for life and some evidence that you are not alone to no avail.

As days turn into weeks you settle into your new normal. Every day is the same. You wake up early and search for food and hope that this is the day that you find someone else wandering around looking for you. You walk around the abandoned buildings looking through remnants of yesterday. The thought crosses your mind of how you used to wish for a few minutes to yourself. Your life was always commanding your attention. Mom needed your help with preparing a meal, or your daughter wanted to show you the picture she drew at school. No longer do you have to rush to be on time cause youve got more time than you can stand and its a lonely life.

The day comes along when the sun shines brighter than before. Youre not sure what is going to happen but you know that something has got to give. Your life just couldnt be meant to be lived out alone.

Youre walking along a dusty street and you notice the streetlight change to Walk. Startled you think to yourself have they been working the whole time? You turn around to return to your makeshift home in a office building and you bump into him.

What the hell? You think and you back up a bit to get a glimpse of the stranger. Hes quite ordinary, about the same height as you but definitely more muscular. The time that has elapsed since you last saw another human being strongly affects your perception. If your loneliness was hunger, and his presence was food you would be drooling over the sight and aroma of this feast!

How long have you been here? The stranger asks. I dont know. Where did you come from? You say. I honestly dont know how long I have been here. Ive lost track of time. You exchange words. You compare notes. Neither of you really knows what happened to everyone else but you are grateful to have found each other.

The stranger stays with you. He had, like you, been wandering around looking for someone else for longer than he cared to remember.

With no one else around besides the two of you, you begin to form a relationship. You talk and get to know each other. You discover this stranger is attractive and not just because hes the only man on earth! He speaks with an eloquent tone and you are pleased to witness his movements and you listen. Its not long before you notice his energy drawing you in and you want to touch him and do things to please him. Youre so excited about it that you have to share with him. You spoil the mood by talking too much and he doesnt want to discourage you so he just sits there and suffers through it. He watches your lips move as you speak and he hears sounds coming from your mouth but all he can think about is how soft those lips would feel wrapped around his dicc.

He smiles and nods when it seems the inflection in your speech summons a response. Still hearing you but detecting no language at all. Finally, he interrupts you, he takes a moment to touch your face causing you to catch your breath. He stares into your eyes as if to inspect your soul and you fall in love in that moment. It was through no effort of his to win your heart but you fell in love. He did nothing extraordinary nor did he earn it but you gave him your heart. Why? Its simple.

You saw me.