Scales are liars
Lab results lie
Not ready to go
Refuse to return
Still have work to do
Refuse to go
Nothing new to write. I am feeling unworthy of the pen and paper. Instead I am reading. Reading on how to interpret literature. It’s overwhelming what there is to learn. I also checked out The Associated Press style book. On top of this, I’m reading and learning about Latino writers. Wow, I don’t recall ever be ing .”introduced to any of these Latino writers in my high school English Lit class . This was in the late 1970’s early eighties. I’m blown away with how many there are and how great their contributions are. All the more reasons to have Mexican American Studies in high schools. I just think to myself how much more confidence I would of had growing up knowing they existed. Confidence in all my subjects.
“Si se puede”
Leave this patriarchal nest. A Mother yes, turned into a sexual being
Concubine once, now I’m a queen with longings for jesters to be by me hold my hand; while the maddening king destroys everything he touches
Joann cohen 2017. Image from google
Give me a Rainy day
Two glasses of Chardonnay
One week before my hormones change
Don’t leave me alone
Come join me, hear my soul
Or tonight I’ll sit by the phone
Explore the unknown
Jazz fills the room and cold alcohol
In my warm blood and brain
Yet he is the only one to rid me of my shame
My lips are smooth yours are cracked
And salty. Callous hands building my
Wall. Come inside for some cold lemonade
Let me look at you Look at me
Tell me your story Laugh at my jokes
Make me feel alive again it’s raining
Stay inside with me as we fill this space
With conversation and intrigue
Joann cohen 1996
I plant seeds in the dirt that will bloom in the spring
I hear the cries of babies I then hear their mothers sing
I hope soon that cry will fill my room I will swaddle you and you will not be a stranger
As I wait for your arrival I decide, what is it I want in life. A chance to write, or paint or sculpt a stone with all my insight.
Yes a million things I must do. A million dreams I have for you.
Sometimes I become very sad that you’re not here, but I won’t let my heart fill with fear.
Alone or with family I imagine what you would do at a moment like this. Smile? Cry? Or give me a kiss.
Maybe I shouldn’t be thinking about what your name should be. Some say I’ll just get disappointed if you never come to me.
And so it is, that I go outside to plant seeds that will bloom in the spring, Gerber daisies, Daffodils, Marigolds and Lilies that will bloom.
At the moment, I don’t know where you are, but I know your listening
Joann cohen 1994.