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“It gets better.”


Let me tell you this – it doesn’t automatically get better.

The world is divided into the bullies and the bullied.

And if you were bullied, you are quite likely being bullied now, and may always be bullied, and may think that’s the way it is, and not know the way it could be.

And if those rat bastards who bullied you then are still alive today, it was never better for them, and probably never will be, because

they were likely bullied at home, and took it out on you.

(And if you are now, or ever were, a bully, stop reading. This is not for you. Fuck you. I remember you.)

So that’s out of the way.

Let me tell you this – let me tell you what happens.

The people who love you will die.

The people who say they love you will lie.

You can be replaced, and will be someday.

The government doesn’t care about you.

The universe is one big bully sometimes, believe it.

You have to decide what and who is true,

and what true is to you.

Watch out for love

Watch out for the ones who throw the word at you like a game of dodgeball

until they smash you to the ground, and walk away.

Love doesn’t come with a blue ribbon you pin on your sweater, and parade it around, until it’s time to take it off and put it in a box.

It is absorbed through the skin, stealthily entering your blood, pulsing through your veins, and re-inventing your cells.

Love changes you, for better or worse.

Though it doesn’t get better in the blink of an eye, you might get these once in a while…

Swimming pool days, windy beach nights, parties where everyone ends up in the kitchen, parties that turn into dances, loud restaurants with singing and toasts, and first, and second, and never ending kisses….

And friends who love you, and who you love so deeply, that you don’t ever have to hear the words.

These are the pictures that no one can burn.

Let me tell you what it does get.

It gets harder, and scarier, and more complicated, but when you keep learning what to do

And bob, and weave, and stay on your toes

You will outdo the bullies, every time.

And then it gets better, because you get better.



In trying so hard

to make you see me, only

walking away worked.

She could always tell when an ending was near –

A faraway train; she would lie on the tracks,


to the rumble

feeling the low vibration


for it to appear

over the hill

and she would wait until the very last minute, and

push herself up

and run, and run

until it was upon her

and then she would dive into the cool grass

and wait

listening to the world breaking apart

and wait

for the quiet

and get up

and begin again.

Across the bridge,

I bring flowers, and sit on the ground with them

They talk to me without speaking – no judgment, nothing wanting.

I listen, and hear the past, and remember how it was when they were here, and how they helped me just by being here;

I would watch TV with them, and they would argue over who was in what show: “Was that Eddie Albert or Van Johnson?”

They would ask me,”No big plans?”


It was enough.

I sat like that then, and I sit like this now – no big plans, and it is enough.

Good visit, M and D.

The dancer stands silent

in the shadows of the velvet curtain.

Flex relax flex relax –

She is out of her mind

and into her body;

There is nothing now, but the wait…

and then the music, and then,

the strains of the symphony form a sailing ship

to carry her over

the sea of hands,

the waves of applause.


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