Make them whisper to each other, ‘just who is that new girl?’ Turn their knowing eyes into awescapes like children eating their first bit of ____(your favorite childhood nostalgia treat goes here)____. I want to talk to our inner children the way we should’ve always been spoken to. our feelings given acres to run andContinue reading “I want to write a poem that makes my other poems shy.”
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An eclipse creates a shadow and wonders why it looks like that
I knew you were afraid of falling in love. I never said (but I wanted to say,) “don’t. don’t fall in love. stand up in it.” an eclipse reminds me that when you lose enough of something it becomes something else. I came to you entirely terrifying and at just the wrong enough time forContinue reading “An eclipse creates a shadow and wonders why it looks like that”
I am talking to my mom about a partner.
she stops me mid story to play a guessing game ‘Wait! Wait! I want to get them all right!‘Who has a kid on the way?’‘Oh! Oh! he’s the bartender, isn’t he?’‘Who lives in New York?’‘What’s her name?’ this is love:my motheradapting in real timeto a future she couldn’t have imagined for me. loveabundantetherealomnipotent I wasn’tContinue reading “I am talking to my mom about a partner.”
In defense of telling the people you love you love them:
In defense of walking loves’ long promenadeafter falling off that shit so many times: There is boundless joyin dance floors. waterfalls of laughter. cheek kisses. hair dye. studded clothing. friends that love you like it’s easy. in this short short life there is tall wonder. every timeI am nursing my ever-breaking heart,I sing to myselfContinue reading “In defense of telling the people you love you love them:”
it’s been a year of years.
time, head down concentrating- lacing their shoes like a fever-dream I trip over sometimes, I look at the people I love and I see cheekbones and eyelashes. smiles brave and worn. In recent weeks I smile at myself in the mirror every single time I step out of the shower. (it’s liberating to unhold aContinue reading “it’s been a year of years.”
where do you go
to feel? do you call yourselfby namethere? do you comeback different?more? if your heart could callanywhereHome,where would it call? what does it sound like there?what do you knowabout the cavernsof your joy? can you teach me?can we swim there?can we witness each other become?
I am somewhere beyond this existence.
the walls are made of flowers holding hands. no one gets grief for holding anyone else’s hand here you’re allowed to feel whatever you feel cry in any gender and still be seen as strong we know nothing of prejudice, capital, or constraint here save historical examples archaic relics, reminders of who we will neverContinue reading “I am somewhere beyond this existence.”
“Our tongues have a cadence.”
They move to whatever they move to and I don’t think we’ve taught them how to roll stack slide swirl push p u l l play so effortlessly off of and on top of around but never at expense of one another. their synchronicity teaches me to displace my worry of where things will goContinue reading ““Our tongues have a cadence.””
There will be times where your gentle does not make sense to them.
Be soft anyways. When they don’t see you as Phoenix, when they just see you as ash, when your tears are floodgates you wish you would’ve learned how to operate ages ago and you can’t stop spitting “I’m sorry”s like sunflower seed shells. There will be entire decades that you apologize for yourself for aContinue reading “There will be times where your gentle does not make sense to them.”
you can’t leave a mirror
the first time you really see your reflection realness, alive in awe and echo and everything you are. you can’t fly away from a fire that flies you forward like fruit flies towards tangerine you are light like love that kaleidoscope kisses you kindly and kicks you kindly like a kite in a climate itContinue reading “you can’t leave a mirror”
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