Sometimes I feel I have to present my bestest self
just for someone to take notice,
and if nobody does
I just gotta try harder.
I just gotta
cut sharper through the apathy,
trickle a clever-er metaphor
into someone’s heart
like suddenly their veins will go
“Oh, I understand.”
But sometimes,
I need to break
from the perfectionist path
of all understanding
for a li’l bit of silly whimsy.
This is a practice space,
a training ground,
a sticky sea below a blueberry sky
of laughter.
Sometimes I gotta bathe
the makeup away
and let the tears flow.
Sometimes I just gotta
feel
instead of perform for my feeling,
take off the mask of my skin
and dream.
Last night in bed, I was running through a snowstorm
alight with fire sparks in the wind
and the whole world was burning,
but I don’t want to wake to a world like that,
unless pyrogenic poppies
pop out of the ground beneath my feet,
unless spirits dance in the flames
with real promises (no lies) that I can touch them
without being burned,
unless the world is like a phoenix
and every time we’re reborn
we come closer to
infinite understanding.
Could we have a world like that?
Or is flames ascending to the sky
what it will take for us
to finally notice
each other?
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Jordyn Saelor 