Me, Undone

Bought my ticket to Bali and booked a villa for ten days in June. Scraping away the dead skin, dusting off my feet. Wanted: syrupy-sweet adventure.

I’ve caught glimpses of the “Six Word Memoir Bug” on Huff Post and other blogs. It is an invitation to tell your life story in six simple words. Since coming across the challenge, I’ve carried around six word sentences in the back of my mind. And then I came across a writer who wrote her life as a short story using 6 word sentences. It was simple—yet so profound. So skeleton thin, yet meaty and complete. In a stream of consciousness I crafted this... Stumbled out of college, into life Standing at the edge of uncertainty Man with warm hands touches me His love disarticulates—moves me completely Climbing out of me, into him I rest violently in the space I cannot see where I begin Loving with coils of trepidation I have a secret hiding here I cannot control what I am Months and years pass by slowly Lady in the sea surfaces again Lift her body from the ocean Step back, I realize she is me I am unhinged—open and exposed He bleeds, pricks me in bed I pay