Kristin Jennifer


my power is in my words
words chosen by me
strong and bold
because I own
my awareness
my art swings around my body
like a spiral of wind
flinging all unnecessary
distractions aside
a whirlwind
that protects and insulates
spinning me to the places
I need to go
out the door
down the street
and out of sight


there it was
alone in the wild
all lost and raggedy
so she took it home
and found something for it
when she turned around
it blended in with its surroundings so well
that she didn't really notice it anymore
but one day the wind came
and blew it away
she was glad she had it memorized



She wanders into transparent pastel meadows
filled with wildflowers
and the auras of a guiding moon. 

she walks the rose petal path


she sleeps on steadfast silver clouds


she eats rainbow soup and sunshine crackers


she feels sparkles of opportunity all around her


with transcendent brushes
she paints the iridescent memories of her ancestors



so I got out my scissors
and cut it all up
all the ties binding me to things
I shook free
and spread out
hesitant to think
the freshness here now
I will defend my territory
for the time being

I want to go home
but I don't know where that is
I walk from room to room
calling your name
and the silence that follows
like a place card
facing an empty chair
is the certainty I need
to move on