lex ford

I moved out

How can you go this long without talking about something real,I thought.But how deep can you get in a tree housewithout a basementand two car garage. You need a two car garage,… and I needed to be socially contracted to you. If I sent out a too weak(s) notice would you have come to my…

July 2, 2024

lex ford

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adulting, alone, boundaries, breakup, confidence, dissolve, growing, independence, living, move out, moving on, next chapter, poetry, prose, reframing, relationships, thinking
I bought a CD

My mom bought me a new outfit for a friend’s birthday party in 1995. I was proud to fit in for the afternoon in a white, popcorn material shirt with daisies around the collar and a short, blue and white gingham skirt. A bright yellow baggy coat that I hated and my mom insisted on.…

July 2, 2024

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autonomy, boundaries, building community, building connections, childhood, community, connection, growingup, healthyrelationships, loveisrespect, melloncollieandtheinfinitesadness, ourmusicmybody, processing, prose, resilience, sa, sharing, story, storytelling, tdvam, trauma
Just a visitor; not working.

While brushing my teeth I always think of the best come backs. ::I think about:: this guy said something to me four and a half months ago and I say, “No you’re a butthead.” ::I think about:: this guy said something to me when I was married to him and I say, “No you’re the…

April 16, 2024

lex ford

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House with too much Air

My ears ring.Though it is silent now,I know that I have heard good,loud music before.The snare still rattles my arms.Though I am still now,I know that I have moved with the swarmof thousands before.The interviewer asked,”How did you find the drive?””The sweet smell of the woods in Spring bound my return,and return,and return,and return.”I wonder…

April 8, 2024

lex ford

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lex ford

I moved out

I bought a CD

Just a visitor; not working.

House with too much Air