my brain and
over who was
to blame about
how big of a mess
eventually,
they couldn't be
in the same room
now my head and heart
I stay with my brain
and my heart
they never speak to one another
- instead, they give me
- the same note to pass
- to each other every week
and their notes they
send to one another always
on Sundays
my heart complains
about how my
head has let me down
and on Wednesday
my head lists all
of the times my
heart has screwed
things up for me
they blame each
other for the
there's been a lot
lately, I've been
spending a lot of
time with my gut
who serves as my
most nights, I sneak out of the
and slide down my spine
and collapse on my
gut's plush leather chair
that's always open for me
~ and I just sit sit sit sit
last evening,
my gut asked me
if I was having a hard
time being caught
between my heart
I said I didn't know
if I could live with
"my heart is always sad about
something that happened yesterday
while my head is always worried
about something that may happen tomorrow,"
"I just can't live with
my mistakes of the past
or my anxiety about the future,"
"in that case,
you should
go stay with your
I was confused
- the look on my face gave it away
"if you are exhausted about
your heart's obsession with
the fixed past and your mind's focus
your lungs are the perfect place for you
there is no yesterday in your lungs
there is no tomorrow there either
there is only now
there is only inhale
there is only exhale
there is only this moment
and in that breath
you can rest while your
heart and head work
this morning,
while my brain
was busy reading
and while my
heart was staring
I packed a little
bag and walked
to the door of
before I could even knock
she opened the door
with a smile and as
a gust of air embraced me
