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There’s something about these creatures
These beautiful animals They’re silly and goofy and cuddly and they teach me so much They teach me to relax To enjoy To bask in the glory that is the sun They teach me that life is better with others They teach me to float To just keep swimming To enjoy To always be curious To be vocal and speak up for myself To check in To hold others close To be To exist To know that existing is enough To know that breathing is enough To know that sometimes life is just laying on a rock or floating in a pool They teach me to rest To relax To be okay with nothing And everything To have fun To let go of control To be ready and to be patient To have faith And now the taste and feel of salt water is sentimental for me When I’m in the pool and it doesn’t taste like salt I miss it I want to be with them I want to swim with them And dive in I want to play and team I want to build and feel I want to practice and give I want to talk and study I want to touch and dance I want to introduce them to my friends and family and every stranger possible There's This Thing
There’s this thing that you do that I’ve never told you about
Whenever I’m lying next to you and I lean away and I reach across to get something you do this thing - out of instinct - As I lean away, off balance, off kilter, uncertain, alone, so ready to be independent, stretching my body to its limits, reaching for something that might be too far away, that might be too risky, that perhaps I wouldn’t really ever be able to reach - you you hold me. You place your arm underneath me and you support me as I stretch. You make sure I don’t fall over and land on my face. You just hold me without words without questions And in that moment you tell me I am supported I am cared for I am allowed I am held For a moment, you take the weight of the world off my shoulders and carry it yourself You remind me I don’t need to be alone I don’t need to do it all myself In one movement In one motion Like a mother putting their hand up in front of the passengers’ seat Like a father holding the hand of his two year old daughter as she struggles up the stairs Like a rubberband around a block of celery Or a plastic bag around a pound of produce You keep me held together For a moment You allow me to come undone For a moment Alone and not alone Together and apart As you hold me You allow me To fall apart within the bounds of you For a moment Red Lipstick
There’s something about red lipstick
that makes me shine That helps me breathe fire That connects me with every single woman who has ever lived Who has ever risked Who has ever experienced boldness Or richness Or what it means to embody sexiness like a lioness There’s something about red lipstick that connects me with every player who has ever dared to grace that stage Male Female Nonbinary Nonconforming Drawing attention to their lips Puffy and full Thin and meek Forcing themselves to be visible Strong and weak Unwilling to go unseen Unnoticed Thrilled to paint their lips the color of the rich blood that lies beneath their skin All shades All likenesses The warriors of the arts The witches of the stage The storytellers of the world The muses The enthuses Singing Dancing Speaking Moving their bodies to their limits Refusing to do anything but entertain Knowing their place in this world is to entertain Not only to bring joy But to bring feeling To test emotion To reveal a depth to the human spirit that has henceforth been freed So if you have a question Or a concern You can take it up with my lips as they burn the brightest of red You can shake your head Or worry about me as you lie in your bed But know that I'm living my very best life From here to tomorrow, for all of my life
Because it feels good to be wanted
It feels good to have hope It feels good to fantasize and use someone else to cope Because we all want to be needed We all want to be desired We all need someone else to tell us we set them on fire
Do you know how long I’ve waited for you? No, not hours.
Days. I’ve been waiting for you for days. Months. Years. I Wear ItI wear it because it makes me feel brave I wear it because it reminds me of you I wear it because it feels like I’m holding onto a piece of you And when you wear it, it feels like you’re holding onto a piece of me It feels like I could be with you forever It feels like you are with me forever It feels like I am you when you are me and I’m exactly where I want to be I wear it because I want you to see me I wear it because I want you to look I wear it because I want you to want me I wear it because it’s fun I wear it because it makes me smile I wear it because it makes me think of you thinking of me for a while A Scene From The Ancestor PlayA: Have you heard from her? B: Heard from her? I’ve got 10 emails, 57 voice messages and two faxes. A: Do they still have fax machines down there? B: No. A: How did she get one? B: Estate sale. It's a long story. Look - let's just get her on the phone. A: I’m not- I’m not even sure where to start B: All the lines are open so just pick one of them and say something! Anything! I mean, make it productive, but, ya know- A: We get it! A leans over what looks like an intercom or an old voice mail box and pushes a button and then slowly carefully says A: OK. We got it. There’s no messages right now. We have no messages for you. A releases the button and B watches closely on the monitor. A: Did she get it? B: It's still translating. Hold on. B: Oh my god. A: What? B: She just had to check her voicemail like five times. The lady specifically says, "There’s no messages. We have no messages for you." And - B holds his hands over his face A: What? Did she say something? What did she say? B: She said, "I don't know what that means." Both groan in frustration. Scene: Perfect1: You don’t have to be responsible for the world. You just have to be responsible for yourself. 2: I am responsible for myself. 1: Really, so why am I holding your hair in the bathroom? 2: Nobody’s perfect... 1: But you always think you are 2: I can’t - 2 lurches into the toilet 2: -always be perfect 1: I hope someday you really understand that. I hope you really do. Scene: Knock On WoodA: I really hope they don't pick me. A spirit wakes up yawning in a tree overhead B: Well don't say that! Say what you do want. A: Why? B: Every time you say something out loud, you create your own universe. If you don't want it to happen, then don't say it. Don't think it. Don't talk about it. Talk about what you want. Think about what you want. Visualize it. Taste it. Dream it. Because whenever you put that energy out into the world, you ask the universe to do your bidding for you. And every time you put a wish out into the universe, a spirit is awakened to do your bidding. A: Woah. B: So, if you're going to say something you don't want, then you have to knock on wood. A: Oooh. Spirit remains invisible and inaudible to the humans. Spirit: That's ridiculous. These humans. They think they know everything. And who told them that story anyway. A: Man, I really hope I don't forget everything you just said. B: You did it again! A covers their mouth in disbelief beating themselves up inside for making another mistake and then thinking about the mistake, they are stuck in loop. B: Better knock on wood! Spirit: (mocking the humans) "Better knock on wood!" How is knocking on wood going to disable a spirit such as myself - undead - immortal - practically a god in myself -- In this moment A knocks on the tree the spirit is sitting in and the spirit is nearly rocked off the tree and completely discombobulated. The two friends walk away and continue on their journey. The spirit awakes after they leave and looks around for the two of them but is at a complete loss for words. G.P.A.I once had a boyfriend tell me to chill out because, "Amy, you know they’re not going to put your G.P.A. on your tombstone." I hope he's wrong I hope they do Just to spite him Does that make me a bad person? No, I don't think so It just means I'm so stubborn I even have to always be right in death Yikes That's why I want them to make me a tree So at least I can still be helpful to the world Sometimes I WishSometimes I wish I was less optimistic So i could see you with eyes that are more realistic Call me a Ford, I wanna be your explorer, Can you afford me? Baby move over. Give me the green light, and I can be your traffic controller - I don’t wanna be a creep, I don't need you to drive a Jeep, Talk is cheap Let's make our own heat We'll take a siesta inside your Ford fiesta Go down like the sun, Yes sir But could you do me a favor? For a cool down, will you be my trail blazer? I don’t need a reminder I need you to be my Nissan pathfinder Yes, I drive a prius, Why be me and you when we could be us? I want someone to crawl into I want to rest my head I want to be at peace in my heart and in my bed Sometimes I wish I didn't care Sometimes I wish I didn't have expectations Today I am grateful for:
Twimbo, Twimbledore, Twimbs, Twimberlina, Quentin TarentwimboSeals, Sea Lions, and Otters, Oh My!Ay, Eye, Captain!I am grateful for
I feel like some time is better than no time
because your hugs make me feel like I’m between time. The Ancestor PlayA: A feather? B: Why does she think we sent her a feather? C: ? B looks over at Martin who is visibly uncomfortable and hiding something behind him B: Marvin? Marvin: . . . (bursts) I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm molting! (he reveals his feathers behind him barely still together, everyone makes vocals of disapproval overlapping using the text below, if this is a screen play, the camera zooms out and reveals the floor is covered in feathers a la a long haired dog's shedding season. Marvin tries to scoop his lost feathers back to him over the course of the rest of the scene slowly shaping them into what could be a cat that he begins to pet.) C: C'mon, Man. B: Marvin! D: Jesus, Marvin. Happy Valentine's Day <3LoveLove is everywhere Within you Around you Above you About you Love is everywhere you look and don't look Love can make you okay with a hand for a hook Love is in your heart Love is never far apart Love is In every book Love is everywhere, in every nook Love is everywhere You don't have to care Love is everywhere Strategies for coping with AnxietyGame night at Knightwatch!I completed 500 orders on Shipt!ThoughtsI thought it would be easier once I found you Thought you would heal my bruises and kiss me til I’m through Thought you would be the one I’d have to ask to go But for some reason I’m asking and you’re saying no Trying not to wake you so you won’t make me leave Hung up on your cuddles like a stocking on Christmas Eve Not realizing how codependent I can be It’s confusing It’s frustrating You got me elevating Relating Anticipating Hating and appreciating Feeling overwhelmed and elated Why do you keep making me leave? Understanding and not understanding Trying not to be too demanding I’m so used to blending into each other I’m used to relationships where we can’t separate from each other I’m Not used to these boundaries I’m Not used to this health I’m Not used to someone wanting what’s good for both ourselves And my yoga teacher says it’s okay to be uncomfortable because it just means that I am growing And when we’re holding one another, I’m practically glowing So afraid and excited by what we might be growing What are you thinking? What are you drinking? Will you tell me? Will you fail me? Is this a test? What is this tension deep in my chest? Can I count on you to give me a rest? -- And when we’re together I find peace And when you ask for me, I say yes please And being with you is easier than starting a car with keyless keys But I’m not used to these boundaries This separation of life Like why do I have to ask you twice? And wouldn’t it be nice - Can I give you some advice? Let me be your spice No, no, - I know your right And I don’t have to smother you with all of my light - And we can be together and apart every night And it’s okay to want you and miss you That’s right But it’s okay to create my own delight To be my own rainbow bright So I’ll miss you And I’ll kiss you And thank you for holding me tight And I’ll do my best not to cling onto you with all of my might Because I’m terrified my feelings will give you a fright So instead of this poem, I think I’ll just send you… “Goodnight.” Today I am grateful for:
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About the Author:Amy Abrigo is an actor, director, writer, and much more currently living in her hometown of San Antonio, Texas. Archives
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