It’s like when someone says you’re too emotional& at first you believe it, breathe in those words,burp them for a tight seal, hold them closeto the bone of you. You exhale the rest upon learningabout your unappreciated dramatic element, unable to stopthe lid from clamping down firm & strong, not allowingany light in. No wasting time poking air holesin that thing. What could you do but write it all down& wait for hope to germinate? Hope sprouts the slenderestshoots, breaks the seal, births one slight ray of sun,light enough to locate the chamber closest to your breast& revive all you knew. Even Tupperware has its limits.After all, those who call you Other have their own crossesto bear, their own little wars. The disposer can takethose words. Just be sure to let the water run, and believe.
For Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: JERUSALEM