&my family is exhausting. (no, my mother is exhausting.)
&working out each day of school around not using my idiot right hand is exhausting.
&convincing my teachers i'm not stressed out is exhausting.
&being passionate about community causes is exhausting.
&for all i love them, rehearsals are exhausting.
&maintaining this pace is exhausting.
&i'm exhausted by the thought that i might not be able to keep it up.
as long as i’m moving i’m ok.
as long as i’m moving i’m ok
i am moving through moods like a dancer gone mad
like a swingdance set doubletime
like a break dance. i’m
breaking a little every time i shift my weight.
i was born in a dry season that took 10 years to remember how to rain
and is always on the verge of forgetting again.
my longing for water has driven me towards a
crush on this pacific ocean
this specific ocean that’s such a tease
(always lapping
at my ankles
and leaving me
exposed at low tide).
>>that is just a beginning of something bigger<<