32 is an number I will remember forever.

32... 32. 32. Thirty-two. You learn something new every day. Every single day. Today I learned what the number 32 means. In police code; it means dead person. Every one close to me is alive and well... safe and secure. Thank you universe for this gift. But someone else is dead. A woman with red hair. A woman who has family and friends who loved her.... and still do. People who are just now finding out she is gone from their life. Both her wrists were broken...snapped; she had no shoes on. Her hair was red. I couldn't see her face; all I could see was hair. She was lying face down, half on the curb half on the sidewalk. Her skin was beginning to blend in with the pavement. This is how Simon found her. This is how I found her too. I feel ill. Simon left for work a little over 2 hours ago. He got his bike from the shed, put his helmut on... saw 2 rabbits on our front lawn. He rode past only 2 houses. And there she was. Two doors down. 6:10 am and there she was. I heard him run into the house breathing heavy.... I thought maybe he forgot something for work. But in actuality today has nothing to do with forgetting. It is only about remembering. 32. The call to 911 was made. I heard him say 'body'. I ran outside with my painting quilt, to cover her with warmth. Just in case. But, the sirens came..... the number thirty-two was said in the same sentence as 'she's cold' and I learned my lesson for the day. 32. I find myself trying to lighten this with sarcasm in my own mind... but I know there is nothing funny about today. Nothing. I am sad for the life she lost and for those who lost her. Until the newspapers tell me her name I will think of her as number 32. 32.... when I see her face on the front page I will cry. I will cry. I will cry. I will cry because everyone has a face.... we are not numbers.

Whatever you want it to be......

Dresses and Dancing:

Teardrops of silky snow
Flying and Falling into place
Chilly underclothes warm...
with anticipation
Dreams for a Plexiglass existence
-Kim Jackson

Summer Blossoms:

Summer blooms away from the memories but shadows lie at my feet
and in my cerebellum of mush... I disguise myself as one
-Kim Jackson

Deceitful Decent:

Entrapped in a chilly decent of
nervous movement
and flashing eyes
Eccstatic with fear.
A bumblechuck bench to seat
my insecurities
-Kim Jackson

Teeth:

So as I walked along
my blinding white and perfect teeth sparkled.
I needed braces; but the difference needed toothpaste.
-Kim Jackson

Cookies cut of you:

Tom and Jane Smith
not the rolemodel I believe
or perceive
keep an identity
inside or lose.
99.9 percent genetic difference
open your mind to that!
Maybe we are all the same
or not
being the 'same'
normalcies frightening miscalculation
Androids walking the Earth
no....
we are not all the same
0.1 percent difference says so
-Kim Jackson

Clouds:

Cotton candy and coconut sky
dissipate before my eye
metamorphosize my stagnant soul
before this life takes it's toll
-Kim Jackson