Life, Poetry, Writing

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Some say small women can get away with wearing less.

Slim steel limbs and bud nipples on trim ribcages,

Skin fitted close like armor.

Their bodies hold a different revolt

That can be smuggled neatly in size 6 jeans.

They wage war in seed, planted within the walls of convention.

Then there are women like me

With thighs broad and lapping like riverbeds,

The body of a tree, branches bowed heavy with ripe fruit no matter the season.

How does one ready an orchard for battle?

How to shore up these shores?

What do you sheath this greenhouse in to prepare it for an onslaught?

— Janine Serioux

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Life, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing

Self-care For the End of the World

  • 2 cups Epsom salt
  • 1/4 cup baking soda
  • 2 tablespoons dried lavender
  • 2 teaspoons olive oil
  • 5 drops peppermint oil

Stir to combine.

 

Fill a tub,

a bucket,

a sink,

a bowl,

a glass,

a thimble,

with water as warm as you can stand.

Pour in the salt

and stir.

Submerge your body

and soak

until your fingers prune

and the water clouds

with your doubt,

fears,

and anxiety.

 

Touch

every inch of the body

that was given to you by someone else

but is yours now.

 

(If you have a pumice stone,

now would be a good time

to slough off

those chips that have been weighing down your shoulders

and rid yourself

of all your

dead skin).

 

Pull the stopper from the tub

or sink.

Pour the water from the bucket,

bowl,

glass,

or thimble.

 

Say goodbye.

 

Rinse.

 

— Janine Serioux

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Life, Poetry, Writing

Jargon

For every word I speak or think
there are millions more.
All the ones I do not know the meaning of;
Latin and Greek, syllables deep.
Foreign words that are a phrase,
conveying sensations and universal truth.
Words that are symbols,
curling enigmatically back into themselves
or expressing in dashes or harsh thick lines
something as fragile and fluid as love.
From all the words ever uttered, ever thought,
my clumsy mouth selects from the ones I know and use them to whisper my heart.

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