15.6.10

confusion

my name is lisa. i have a problem. i need to make sure someone loves me every 30 minutes. my friend joked that on me.. why i carry my phone around with me. she didn't know she was right. i didn't tell her. instead i brooded upon it.
i have a serious lack of staying power, holding power. i am a poet, that's why. i am not a story-holder, mapper, layer or teller. i lay down the moments as the pass so i have room for the next moments -- too many lines and dreams already lost for not laying down. i don't grieve those moments though, the only thing i am attached to is movement.
i like movement. i like seeing deficit, intellect, bravery, showmanship, brilliance, intimacy, starvation and solidity.
but i need to find the story i am unafraid of. the one that takes its time. the one where all i can ever imagine is storied out in front of me. all i have ever wanted to be. is here. in front of me, electrifying the cavity that is my body. the caveat: it's free.