Sunday, March 8, 2009

bodyparts 50



distrust
like a dress twisted thrice around my body
like a wet shirt pulled up over my face

how could i breath?
how could i see?
how could i walk?
how could i find
beauty or peace?

and what on earth did you expect?

love?



7 comments:

the walking man said...

Like love, distrust is a learned habit that is difficult to break.

Anonymous said...

Sure miss being in love, but it does seem to get you off track.
Sometimes a Loreli or two at the falls.I never seem to have learned where the rocks are.

be said...

mark
i know, sadly enough
the thing with distrust is that it's also inherited n moves down from one generation to the next

i'm working hard to let it stay in the generation before me
(probaby far too late though)
or at least not to leak down to the next one


ivan my friend
i definitely miss being in love myself, hardly remember it at all
this is a far more twisted relationship
u know, the mother-daughter one
in this case i'm the daughter
n the distrust oddly enough not my own
although as mark so wisely describes it, it is both learned n taught

Anonymous said...

I might be able to relate.
I had a mother who was bipolar.
Take a stick to you. "This is for nothing. Wait till you do something."
Still, oddly, there was mother-love. At least when she'd get over her episode.
Growing up thoughtful, I was still somehow insecure when I married.

the kids came.

I didn't know how to deal with a son.
Especially late teens.
One likes to be selfish, introspective.... But now not the only man around the house.
Daddy is a goof--till the son goes out and gets married himself. And then he too in a Dagwood Bumstead situation.
Seems society ignores the father-son relationship.
Better for the trendy media if the son is gay and on drugs. Better story. But my son is straight as a die, but he too has this insecurity about women.
Like you, I sincerely hope these things are not passed down.

gabrielle said...

And still we love, against all reason.

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