Do you feel it still? After the death of us, I made this city walkable, I pulled smog from the suburb air and packed it into debris cubes for your grave. You smothered me, layered down in carbon cloth, spun me in street threads beside the melting sun before your bedtime, but after the blazeContinue reading “Chrysanthemum”
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and you weren’t there
Maybe the library was a god who died without my belief to sustain it—or, my belief plus my proximity because I’d always believed
met you at your word
So I never spoke to the sea god again though I did journey through the water’s veil thrice more, once, blindly, to a raging ocean
a silly poem about minecraft
Don’t take this world for granite, the villages say, but that stone’s sunk before, they’re stoopin’ low as bedrock for the fun. Down in the deep dark under the flower bed, we be pushing daisies ’til the creepers turn in lazy, then we stir up bones in the shadows of the oaks, torching our swordsContinue reading “a silly poem about minecraft”
to the sweetest end
I found a place to lie each night and never called it home, I found a place to eat each day and never called it
play pretend
I had something nice in the city, nice enough I was grateful for the safety, the steady work, the food that didn’t poison me,
won’t be my friend
previous part: https://jordynsaelor.com/2026/10/01/now-above-once-under/ all parts: https://jordynsaelor.com/cant-catch-me-now/ *** I don’t belong to you and I can’t offer what you’re asking me to, even with another decade of practice: I cannot understand the words of a god, much less its mysterious depths so you may want me for a friend or minister but I cannot be– I’mContinue reading “won’t be my friend”
now above, once under
Let’s go back before that, to rats in a library: do you think, if I went back to them, they’d recognize a little girl named Ola who used their tunnels to sneak into the library to read books and dreamed of dragons to save her?
religion
Preface this with, I process through poetry, second, I speak only for me, three, ugh I’m scared of being honest, maybe the time will never be right (fight flight fight) but I was a kid told I’d one day be just like my parents, a chain in generations clear through the afterlife and we’d allContinue reading “religion”
power structure
I’d never lived among people shorter than me. These brown people weren’t even that much shorter, just half a head or so but standing with my eyes above the people
