Combustion as a function of touch –
you say baby I need you
and I tilt my chin in the air
like no, I am not a matchstick girl
but I am, baby, I am.
Mama always said I was much too fragile,
but these limbs make great kindling.
Okay, mama, I said. Okay, I’ll be careful.
She said be careful
but you said please real nice
and I said okay, touch me here
and then the house went up in flames.
Baby girl never knew how to talk about herself
like she was split into halves.
(How do you split your soul praying
for two versions of the same god?)
Biracial like she could
set herself aside in pieces;
like she could
separate her body and section it off.
(This one light; this one dark.
The almond eyes; the full lips.)
Tell her she can only be a fraction
and let her show you the way she is more
than just the sum of any number of parts.
My birth was like this:
first love; then breath.
(Thought did not occur to me
until the second time I broke my own heart.)
Source: Self Portrait in Three Parts By Samantha Brynn
First – this is not your fault.
There are these things inside of me that
have been clawing their way out of my heart
since I learned sadness.
And my sadness is high energy, high voltage,
Hi, love, I’ve saved a seat for you.
If you’d like to join me at the table I will welcome you
with open arms, but understand
that it hurts me either way.
Like this: either you sit to my left and I watch
my monsters eat you alive,
(first you, then me)
or you leave now, and I don’t even
get to hold your hand as I drown.
There are good days / when I want to disappear.
There are bad days / when I want to die.
When you ask me to live for you,
I say fuck you
But what I mean is
this is not that simple.
Thank you for dragging me by my ankles
back to the good days;
Thank you for crawling with me through the
dirt and the mud;
Thank you for sitting by my grave of a body
and never letting me bury myself alive.
Source: The Four Ways My Depression Tries to Love You By Samantha Brynn
I have made the
to do something
for the sake
of our survival.
Listen to me:
I was a child
who only wanted
to heal things –
I want to be