The banana sits in the fridge.
The name on the side of it in black felt tipped pen.
Everything is owned.
Marked.
Scored.
Ruined.
Every second.
Every movement.
Marked.
Scored.
Ruined.
My words fall away.
Like the end of a call.
I am far away. I am
At the end of the line.
At the end of my being.
Not sure what
idonotwantthisanymoreidonotwantthisanymore
I will make the words.
Carefully place the words.
Reclaim my words. Call.
Become. Be.Come.
The banana sits in the fridge
marked scored ruined
I sit in this room
marked scored ruined
I await the call
I get ready with my black lines my sweeping hand my time.
The call to be me again.
24 comments:
Sometimes we must bear the unbearable for just a little while longer. You can do it by writing about it. You do that superbly.
Jotting it down helps. And with your writing talent you got a huge advantage.
I love your format, it drew me along and made me think. Wonderful :)
Thank you OldEgg.. ;)
Thanks Hazel..
Thanks Aeria..love your profile pic..
Jae
'Reclaiming words one at a time to reclaim myself' -This is so powerful!
like!
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This just has to read aloud to get the most from it. I love it!
Yes, read aloud for sure. I always enjoy reading what you have come up with. Such an usual beginning image, the banana in the refridge. Write on.
Ah, I tell you what. Put a banana in the fridge with my name on it and see what they do.
Jaerose~ You will get there. Trust the process, my friend.
Writing our names, claiming our identities... this search of who we are can drain us. We sometimes reach the end and find we are someone else entirely.
Thanks Neha..
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Thank you Keith...should try that myself..
Write on Peggy..thank you..
J Cosmo - wish I had the nuts to fucking squish the named bananas..
Thank you Laurie..it would help to know the process..maybe start by buying a black Sharpie and claiming my territory..
You are so perceptive Abigail..wise...I always value your comments..
Jae
Wow Jae, what can I say to that? You are very talented with your words aren't you.
Thank you Linda.. :)
You are brilliant, Jae. The banana in the fridge becomes iconic in this piece. Very few minds are capable of creating a strong, clear statement like this, sourced from the utterly common. Talent. Talent. Talent. I might suggest one change... the last repetition would read marvelously, metaphorically, if written: marked scored refined. This is the message. This is the truth. You are a wonder.
I can't understand the mentality that has to write peoples names on food. You have my sympathies!
This is the micro to see the macro. You have given an intimate view of the whole world. We are all marked, scored, ruined... but that won't stop us. We will be... even if our words seem marked, scored, ruined. Yes, it is a brilliant write! I love this piece, it is like a self portrait, and a portrait of us all. Thank you Jae!
Hi Kim..the last line didn't sit well reading it back either..thank you. thank you. thank you ;)
Thank you Altonian..yes indeed..it speaks volumes..
Thank you Annell..when refrigerated bananas become interesting it's time to leave. for sure..
Jae
Yes, talent. Wherever it is you need to get to Jae, you will do it.
Your mind is so much stronger than you know.
Your writing is so gifted. So filled with, everything, that completes us as humans. Yes, you will get to where you are supposed to be and your words will be a great help to others who occupy room 23 when you no longer do because you will have moved on with your journey.
Thanks Daydreamer..you always seem to say what I need to hear..Jae
Jaerose, you are not at the end of the line. You are about to move on. You don't know how much I admire you for writing your way through. Room 23 has produced some magical writing from you. You have more fans, more supporters, more people cheering for you and loving you than you know!
You will answer the call. You will be you again, but a stronger version, perhaps. Great writing!
I am sorry. I read this earlier and it just squeezed my heart. I didn't know what to say - mostly just wanted to cry. But that's stupid and selfish. You are there, walking this path, sitting in the chair, talking when they want you too? I don't know. All I know is what you write and even in this place with numbers and labeled bananas and places you don't want to go, you write so eloquently that your words touch hearts. Praying for you.
Thank you Mary - I feel that..I really do..
Thank you Belva..
Thank you Dee..I am glad I can still write..even if it is a bit stark right now..
Jae
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