I hate my uterus. Part VIII.

Watching The Full Monty and crying. Fuck you, PMS.

re-membering

every day i build a ladder from my heart to God

on lazy afternoons angels stroll down
they like to eat pistachio ice cream in the sunlight
and make babies smile

they can only do God's will

when i don't know what to do
with this pinch of the cosmos i have been given
i climb up the ladder
to watch the stars
spiral along the skeleton of the universe

i re-member
there is no separation
we are all made of mystery
we are all cells of the divine
every moment is an exchange
we are forever becoming
there is no end

it makes it much easier
to deal with the state of my bank account