Monday, February 11, 2013

7/8 Of An Inch

When fear visits,
he puts his feet up.
Gets comfortable.
Settles in

to your bones
(shrinking and softening)
and your gut
(riddled with rot)
and your heart
(beat by break)

until nothing remains
but your reptile brain
and your busyness.

Rare Editorial Note:  The title refers to the 7/8 inch of height I have lost due to long term celiac disease.  It can play havoc with your bones.  I am now a 5'6" diva, rather than the 5'7" diva we've all grown to know and love.  If you need me, I'll be out shopping for a killer pair of heels . . .

For Open Link Monday at Real Toads

21 comments:

Fireblossom said...

Stand up to him! Er, wait...stand on this box, and stand up to him!

runzzzz

Helen said...

You still have this old lady beat!! AND I can't wear heels any more. Celebrate!

Sylvia K said...

Old age does the same thing, I'm an inch and a half shorter than I was in my 20s!! Help!! I'm shrinking and can't wear high heels any more!!!

Marian said...

argh! celiac is nothing to mess around with. stop that shrinking right now!
also, i love "busyness."

Margaret said...

Keen shoes are this girl's best friend due to off again - on again Plantar fasciitis. My daughters have pretty much taken possession of all my killer high heels... sigh.

You hang in there, eat healthy, exercise. We need our Mama Zen spunky and feeling good.

Love the image of the unwelcome guest putting up his feet, getting comfortable.

anthonynorth said...

Never give up fighting it.

Tara R. said...

Ah... fear is a squatter. That's make sense.

Susan said...

The image of fear with his feet up is vivid and harrowing, as is every parenthetical twin--of which my favorite is "beat by break" And now I envision a brain with reptilian eyes hovering over a computer screen absorbing its radiation to stay alive. I'd give you one of my inches if I could. Please take care of yourself.

Judy Roney said...

You capture fear and what it can do so well. Well done!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Celiac disease does sound worrisome........in my best days, I couldnt, and didnt, wear heels. If I did now, it would make a Ms Magoo kind of cartoon. Best not. Rest, kiddo. My cure for everything.

Brian Miller said...

wow...great close with the reptile brain and busyness...you know i dont know that i had ever heard of this before you started sharing about it...

hedgewitch said...

You get that insidious feeling across of something alien entering oneself, of the body's betrayal, that happens when we can no longer count on the health we took for granted--it's a primitive place, and that comes across strong--I esp. like the progression ending in (beat by break)--that is a fine line.

Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil said...

Autoimmune diseases suck. I didn't know ciliac disease could rob you of height, but just think of yourself as "concentrated," right?

The title intrigued me, and the personification of the disease was impressive. You are making something poetic out of a bad situation, and I applaud you, Mama. Love, Amy
Hope this makes you laugh:
http://sharplittlepencil.com/2013/02/07/dads-dynamic-deeds/

Mixi said...

I abhor high-heels. I am clumsy even in flats. Having said that, you are still an inch taller than I am, so rejoice in your tallness :)

Fear, the unwelcome stranger - sent an uncomfortable shiver up my spine, reading those first few lines.

Wishing you good health!

Kerry O'Connor said...

The personification makes it all the more real and scary, especially the male persona invading the female's bones and gut and heart.

Stacey said...

"When fear visits,
he puts his feet up.
Gets comfortable.
Settles in"

^^Truth, right there.

Herotomost said...

5'6" is perfect really, you dont have to duck under low flying aircraft anymore. This was as accurate a look at feer as I have seen I think. I love that opening line and busyness is really the only way to combat it sometimes. Loved this.

ayala said...

You are still taller than me ;)

Far Beyond The Ridge said...

maybe you could just go with taller hair?
hell, 5'6 is still statuesque to me (and to gekkos)
the perfect height for a Goddess who says f*ck you to ol man fear.

Laurie Kolp said...

I think we all shrink, don't we? Or at least gravitate downward a little more with time.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

I don't care if you shrink to a pygmy, I will always bow low to your talent. LOve, Mosk