Catharsis on Raccoon Mountain
“Look at me”
Nude and cream
My bare feet crunching dead leaves
Skin and chambray
Staring into the lens instead of running away
You drove us back down the mountain overlooking a glittering little Tennessee Valley town
A hand on my thigh, a deep baritone spreading over a chilled, early Spring breeze
It’s not love, and it won’t be
But it’s better;
It’s vulnerability and Penny and Sparrow and tequila
I’ll drive back to Atlanta tonight and one day soon, he’ll fly back to New York City,
I’ll have feeling stripped bare and finding myself more beautiful for it with me always.
“What are you thinking?"
A boy I loved once told me if I worked at it, I could be as beautiful as some photographer’s muse
I’m learning that I have a glow; one he wasn’t trying to dim - just one of which he wasn’t aware
Fuck the photos
Fuck the boy
I’m thinking I found a way to fall in love with myself on Raccoon Mountain
“Close your eyes”
Heart open, case closed.
Caitlin McDonald lives in Atlanta, Georgia