4.

I finally finished my poster.

I am very proud of it but I am so over it

Bryan and I went antique shopping and bought this couch for our new bedroom. It needs a little work on the cushions but it was such a good deal that we couldn't pass it up

I caught my Bryan sleeping like this with Eva

Last night we played in the rain puddles for a little while

I am finally moving. I haven't really had a place to call my own since the tornado and I will finally be able to get everything out of storage. It will be nice to have a desk again for my art supplies. Right now I use the kitchen table and it is a pretty huge mess!

Weather has come and gone

arrested some and returned two fold

sometimes a crowd can be another word for empty

and in dissipation the fullness can be overwhelming

Often the way I long for you has nothing to do with you

a fierce sensation filled with salt and voices

untold gaps, heavy places,

the sick feeling when I close my eyes on a swing

Addictions have categories but not limitations

I am made of both the good and bad

I can shake most indignantly

I can not explain my isolation except to say that it is safe here

I would ask you to join me but your real life will miss you

So I will keep taking these photographs

for a picture is an anticipation of loss

another incorrect way to remember

Authority is limited when it comes to breathing

and putting up storm windows to keep the wind out

strokes happen and the upstairs gives up on the downstairs

causing us to forget the calm

we are all riddled with contradictions

We are more divine than we give ourselves credit for

moving and bending

our bodies like sacred candles

producing light as we burn

the salad days are over

I have less clarity and more reasons

-STACI