a few words about miss chelsea elizabeth...

she likes: making kites, dancing in the rain, adventures, little-while friends, letters, whole-leaf tea, crayons, bare feet, jumping in rivers/streams/creeks/waterfalls, language, catching the clock as it changes numbers, sleepovers, trains (big or small), cuddling & waking up before the sun rises, among other random things.

oregon-born, seattle-raised, bellingham-bred and franco-refined, she had moved back to the states from her affairs across the atlantic & now resides in columbia city with french husband & love of her life rémy. they spend most of their time taming the garden, taking care of their three chickens & two cats, and preparing the urban homestead for a new little chick of their own.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

recycled words

you taste like the rain.
the kind that pours down
in sheets
all around you
& leaves you wrinkled
like my grandmother/s hands.

the world
without you by my side
is a mere sandbox
in by backyard.
i can touch it
i can play
but it/s all pretend
without you there
to close the gaps
between my fingers
& keep the sand
from slipping out.

ex oh ex oh
but do you think you'll ever truly know?
my thoughts bounce off your body
& your voice electric
like the neon green of my 5th grade lunch box.
an explosion of colour & sound
like rain in clay pots
under my awning.

you stir things
that i no longer knew i had.

if i touch you
at night
it is only to make sure
you're still real.

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