We Aren’t Really Outliers, You Are Just Afraid, So You Think We Are: Poetry by Mia Ruiz

She is the woman lost in the fog
whose face becomes indistinguishable from the wind
Her eyes, deep and dark, give you a place to rest
A place to remember what you left behind 
All of it, scattered in the stars
They/them all lost, all found
It is okay

POC and a 61 year old woman
Distinguished by the colors of the earth that are her skin
Once her hair was the color of the sky at midnight
She wrote poems and forgave your trespasses
Spit out her rages, cut and burned to see you
Today she is a person whose hair grows white and gray
Makes her invisible, so she can cast her spells
And utter the poems the stars bequeath to her

She loves the lines on your face that create your smile
You, the woman to her woman, the woman to her many
The girls you were both imagining love indistinguishable from life
Oh the glory between your lips, your fingers, your thighs
The most exquisite joy as your bodies rode the starlight
To the edge of a spiral galaxy and leapt, oh, the ferocity!
No scars, just eyes burning in the night

Major Depression with Psychotic Features, PTSD

Her joy grows from impossible places as she pulls herself up
From quicksand, love like a vengeance sears her heart
She breathes out fire and flowers as she lives/loves her life
The voices in her head reverberate in her veins
distinguished by there erudite calls for her nothingness
Death her final temptation, as she is afflicted by nightmares
Or relives the past with merciless clarity
The only real thing
what the stars assure her of, is your love
Mia Ruiz

Mia Ruiz is a first generation, Peruvian-American poet who worked in the Bay Area for 25 years as a psychiatric social worker during the wax and wane of the HIV/AIDS epidemic. She currently lives in the beautifully biodiverse, geographically chaotic, complicated county of Lake, CA. She lives with her beloved in front of Clear Lake (one of the oldest freshwater lakes in California (whose basin has been inhabited by the diverse Pomo people for at least 11,000 years) and the ‘dormant’volcano, Mt. Konocti (whose threat of eruption was elevated to “high” risk in 2018). Some of her poems were published in the two anthologies titled Resilience and Restore compiled through Middletown Art Center after the recent firestorms.

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