Sunday, March 13, 2011

I am not a starfish


I have been uprooted so many times, leaving pieces of myself behind. Each time I settle on the earth again, I send out tentative tendrils, hoping to stay. But I am not endlessly regenerative. I am not a starfish with spare limbs. Resilience needs nourishment. Without roots, how can I drink? How can I connect to the life around me? What is to stop me from blowing away with the first winter storm?

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  1. Where have you left your limbs?

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  2. In all the places I've lived before. I'm in my 20th place of residence, having moved 2 months ago, and now (thanks to someone I'm living with making a poorly timed decision to part ways) am facing another move within the next 12 months :/

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