“give me advice!” by Sasha in her bedroom

Thursday May 28, 2020
5 minutes
From an email

I turn to the quiet for advice now
or the voice and face I love on the phone
crouched in the mosquito tent
dandelions painting my legs yellow

I try not to offer unsolicited popcorn
Ask before I offer
I’m mostly terrible at it
But at least I try

The sage says that I ought not distract
from the restlessness and the dis-ease
I can’t help it
Or can I
I don’t know
I reach
I fall
Maybe I’m the one who rushes everything
Maybe I always thought it was him and then him
but it’s actually me
Tripping over my own feet
fumbling towards a hit of something smooth