sublingua

(Be present.)

(It's past.)

(Go there now.)

Am excavating The Other Location so that Max can move. Came across my first WW diary with the following:

There is just no two ways about it--
what hunger is is not what crosses over
into longing--or at least it's not that
cleaving despair that must be
packed like a wound.
Hunger is not anxiety, not anger--
an evolutionary hotline, the wires crossed,

and also:

Honey and Milk

I am one of those perverse women
who must starve in the land of plenty,
who found late that sometimes
feeding the dream kills it.
I pack the wounds of despair with honey,
bathe in milk like a medieval princess,
hoping to become beautiful.
At night, the evolutionary hotline begins to speak,
but the wires have gotten crossed,
and all I hear is the whispered fight, the whispered hide, the whispered flight
sounds stored in cells that can't speak.

And then there's this note: "How glad I am to be in my smaller size w/o straining to button them!"

retreat or surrender

More lies:
Waking Sleeping Demons II - Sunday, Oct. 30, 2011
Waking Sleeping Demons - Saturday, Oct. 29, 2011
time - Friday, May. 20, 2011
- - Wednesday, Oct. 06, 2010
The Return - Tuesday, Oct. 05, 2010