date of conception:? ~ Late March – mid April 1958.
date of parturition: January xiii, mcmlix.
date of expiration:? January i, eminem,
where earth, wind, and fire doth usher
hootie and the blowfish
on a green day
and a three dog night
three doors down from foo fighters.

A gangly, horribly measly, and scraggly bundle
of lovely bones even as a lad
(way to skinny to appease wicked witch)
chee boo came out kicking and screaming
and he never stopped since
that's how I will get carried out.

I’m sitting at my desk in my bedroom, windows open, moonlight pouring in.
Printed photos and polaroids of my highschool friends hang around me and it smells like a mixture of incense and victorias secret perfume.
My clothes are strewn about in messy piles across the floor and my shelves are full of books someone read lifetimes ago.
I’m sitting at my desk, something I (I?) have done maybe a billion times before and yet it feels new and I realize that this may be the first time I have been here.

This is not my room and this is not my desk.

Majestic and mysterious,
it floats in celestial beauty,
illuminating the night,
with its radiant light.

Tomorrow
Written by Kelly Ann Wilson

Tomorrow changes everything
What will be done can’t be undone
I can’t ever come back to this day
Before what will happen happens

The train of time keeps on running
Even if I will never be same
Oh, but I mustn’t let tomorrow
Take from all I have today

Written January 12, 2024
© 2024 Kelly Ann Wilson

The cannon coughed
Depleted uranium squealed
Through the sounder

Will i become what i never knew,
When I know what I need to become?

Will i see what i never saw,
When my eyes begin to see my stars?

Will I grow to be what my being entails,
When my vehicles begins to breathe?

Will I be the freedom that no one fears,
Will my struggle for success be wished for?

When I walk through the gates that gave me in?
Will i be known, will i be kept whole in memory,
After doing all things said and done?

Will i be a song unsung,
Or a song sang to trigger the fire scared to burn?

Wrong place if heaven is what you seek,
My heart’s a total wreck whose pieces still I am trying to pick,
Most of the time depression is the only friend I have,
And she is, besides you, a lady I truly love,
Might be unfair to you but I loved her first,
Like a come and go guest she never really left,
I knew her first when heavens smiled upon my mother,
I met her again when my first lover loved some other,
See, she might have kept me sad but I learnt to love her
I love you and in time I hope I will love you than I love her

Salmon pink chewed gum stuck to pvc floors
stuck to timeworn seats and graphite sprayed,
sprayed by an undeveloped child. But unlike

that pallid gum he was free. And just like that
spritz it will be washed away a new memory
a freedom moving forward and not backwards.

The water vapour and finger print hazey windows
and an odour of diesel a hiss of a deadly rattle snake
and a screech caused by slipping wheels is a sound of
travel and wonder

my mother tells me she wants to put a blanket over me,
and feed me soup,
and tuck me into bed every night.

I tell her i don’t need these things anymore-
that i’m an adult, i’ve outgrown being cared for.
But i understand her urge.

Part of me wants to take you by the waist and hold you tightly to my chest.
Part of me wants you to beg that I never let go,
to cry out that you “need” me,
that it’s “not the same” without me.

Each day.
waking up to her life.
The terrible dreams
Would claim
Most of the night
The act of bravery
Are the tears in her eye
Refusing to believe
That her illness
Is more than
The terrible dreams
She lives with every single night
The act of bravery
Is how she survives.
Taking one day at a time
She is Learning
That a dream isn't the life she will find