Hi Everyone!
Some of you may have seen
My post earlier last month
About that little skirmish
In the palace last month
Never in my wildest dreams
Would I have thought
That a simple trip
To Bangladesh
Where I was hoping
To discover the me I lost
After my last divorce
I would be caught up
In one of the most compelling
News events of the week
There I was
Walking through what I thought
Was the temple
Where Meg Ryan
Once learned to do yoga
And as I was checking the light
For my first on main/story cross-post
Of the day
Shots rang out
And I soon found myself
In the middle
Of what the media is
Construing as--
A hostage situation
Now, was I hostage?
Yes, I was
A hostage to my old life
A hostage to my first marriage
A hostage to the values
Of Western civilization
That teach us
All that matters
Is youth and beauty
By the way, if you’re watching this
You’ve probably my noticed
How my eyes are popping
And that’s because
Of my new friends at Revlon
And their eye-popping peacock eye-liner
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As far as being a ‘hostage’
During what the ‘media’ is labeling
The Siege of the Palace
I actually had a wonderful time
After I realized that my terror
Was something I was allowing
To enter my life
Once I decided
That I would no longer be afraid
And no longer have to pee as well
I looked across the room
At one of the men
I had been told was my ‘captor’
And saw him, really,
For the first time
He had the kindest eyes
And the way his biceps flexed
As he held up his machine gun
I wondered if he could hold up
My battered soul
And also show me
Where the women’s room was
Because I don’t know the word for ‘Woman’
In Bangladesharian
As he led me, in a group,
To the vase
That we would end up using
To relieve ourselves
We got to flirting a bit
I would giggle at him
And he would scream at me
And call me an infidel
The passion was...undeniable
We had the luxury
Of being trapped inside a palace
While the army surrounded the outside
In what I feel was a vast over-response
To a pretty cut-and-dry
Violent take-over
Of a historical and political landmark
I felt like I really got to know him
And he really got to know me
And then I really got to know me
And who I am
And what I want
And it turns out what I want
Is to be the life partner
Of an anarchist
And violent upriser
Which is why
I am thrilled to announce
That we are--
Engaged!
I know, I know
It all happened so fast
But you know
When you’re being dragged
Onto a helicopter
By the palace guard
As you watch the man
You’ve grown to love and trust
Over the past seventy-two hours
As he was making you shave your head
Flee into the mountains
With the guys you’re sure
Will end up being his groomsmen
You learn something about yourself
You learn that you are open
To all that life
Will bring you
And bring you to
And it brought me
To the next chapter
Of my journey
I will be returning
To Bangladesh next month
To find, um, my love
Whose name I will learn
And begin to plan our nuptials
I’m so excited
To have you all join me
On the grand adventure
Of curating a wedding
That will be a reflection
Of both our cultures and values
My love of teal and chicken piccata
And his love of camouflage and chaos
Just two crazy kids
Who couldn’t avoid
Falling in love
I’m tearing up just thinking about it
Luckily for me
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Is water resistant
And if you go to my bio
You can find out
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And you can donate
To my wedding GoFundMe
Because, once again,
My parents have decided
Not to support or respect
My life choices
Not everyone
Can love love, you guys
And they’re the ones
Who are really trapped
Inside the prince’s chambers
Fighting over cracker crumbs
With the royal dog groomer
Like, within the metaphor
Of...all that
Me?
I have never felt
More
Free
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