On Motherhood & Sanity


Monday, May 16, 2016

Permanently temporary





I’ve been living in this skin so long it feels hard to shed.

Yet it slides right off me.

                                                          No resistance. 



I’m like a perfume.
A passing smell,
a memory, …
         even when I’m still here.




Permanently temporary with nothing to anchor me down.




I’m a good party, a warm summer drink...

That thing in the tip of your tongue you just can’t name.

A song you can only recall the chorus to.

                                                 An echo. A déjà vu.


                                                                   ...Both bittersweet and irrelevant.


                                      

A feather in the wind.

Permanently temporary.