Melissa, generally

Hey there. I'm Melissa, with roots in Tennessee, North Carolina, and California. It's a stretch, but I manage. Degrees in communication, law, and dental hygiene. Cat mom to one very spoiled gray cat, Cafezinho. Happily married to Devin, another artist. Gemini. Millennial. Probably in a state of confusion or sleeping.Just here writing like my life depends on it, because most days I think it might.

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August 9, 2022
Morning Rainwas misting over spring green
when we compared notes --
both lost our souls at 33,
this deity and me.they say
the first third is
always the hardest.
thereafter,
the sun usually comes out
in time for a beautiful set.melissa suarez

July 24, 2022
closure is a mythunless, of course,
you believe in it;
by all means,
believe.may it be your reality.
like many a myth,
as real as someone
believed it to be.myths are lovely,
comforting and kind and gentle
to irreparable things.melissa suarez

July 24, 2022
A Night Desertorange on red on sand.
day-end, a cool breeze arrives,
urges the sun to bed,
tucks her in under heavy, dark hills.
shadow boulders shoulder rocks surrounded
by vast ripples of the finely crushed: a lineage.
heat waves sigh and roll over
and take the night to dissipate.
cactus blooms nod.
starts, thousands,a night desert is infinite, falling
just shy of space to heal.melissa suarez

July 24, 2022
some things shatter, some things bloommatter is just a word for
everything.
do you remember
the way it mattered?
the moments planted
without markers
or a tombstone
or silk flowers that could fray with time
to mark the everything we found
there, the way we didn't mind that
some things shatter, some things bloom.melissa suarez