Spell casting These men, With their ideas that women are feeble To make us believe we are easily conquered Has turned my ocean tides I have seen terrible and strange things That would make a hurricane turn tail wind and flee I bled on revolutionary coast lines Sprung from a line of witches Who thrived on barren and cold shores These men, Stand there astonished Assuming my innocence and fragility Because I do not bleat my tragic stories Lamb lost and frightened into their laps Astounded at my unflinching gaze When they show me lightning in a bottle Because somewhere along the lines They began to believe their own lie And it will be their undoing
Running river words I knew before you told me In the way my mother can guess An answer to jeopardy before they ask the question I never asked Because I was a river in egypt And every article I read titled Advice for having a partner who is bulimic Told me one of the biggest parts in denial But they never guessed which partner They were talking about So now I’m sitting No longer a river But a deep Atlantic Swelling and chilled A slave to moonbeams Worrying I’m going to flood your shores If I get too close But fearing the worst if I draw away Leaving beaches barren Worrying about something more dangerous Eating away at your coastline
Feet that beat like Mani I wanted to show you the piece of my heart that looks like a big warm Oklahoma sky sunset Painted with red teardrop salt rocks And Indian paint brush clouds But you make me have this nervous feeling Like the part of a wolves how when it gets all low on the end Like when people remind you that the phrase too good to be true exists Like when you remember being afraid of things going to well can be a legitimate phobia Like when you start checking symptoms for it on web md and it turns out you have several types of cancer You gave me that kind of nervous feeling But I know to start running when I hear the bay of a wolf When you sent that text That ‘let’s just be friends’ text That things our generation has trouble saying outside a glowing screen text That things you should have mentioned before I was admiring the way The christmas lights around my room lit up your eyes until they almost looked purple while you laid beside me Text Of course I didn’t get mad, or lash out, I’ve been the moon running from wolves my whole life.
Bridget Lindstrom is a 25 year old barista from Somerville, MA, who now lives in a small house with a red door by the sea just east of Boston harbor. She spends her days dreaming and wandering on the beach and in the evening she helps run a cafe in Chinatown called Jaho Coffee and Wine. When she has a moment to herself she loves spending time writing on her porch with the company of her dog Bosco or reading in other cafes around downtown.