I went outside and touched grass like they say, smelled the flowers like they say, “a natural remedy to being cooped up inside and spending too much time online!” They say that grass and flowers have the power to make you feel better, but I took a walk and the vastness of the whole worldContinue reading “Touch Grass”
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Sit with me and Listen
For those who talk slow in the rapid world, if they pause to collect their thoughts from the river bottom will you have already moved on in the white noise?
It’s late, love
It’s late, love, and I can’t sleep. I should sleep though, should go, the clock is ticking to tomorrow and I know the slow explosion of exhaustion will drag me down eventually. I mean, I’m sorry, I should sleep, should take myself down before the grenade does, but I can’t lie, tomorrow morning I’ll be pulling myself late out of bed either way. So I’m still awake.
Resin Scent Resented/Harmless and Heard
In this ol factory residence, we resent the scent of resin, residue staining our retinue when we want to walk free, yet if you run to the void and scream yourself clean, not even bark will hear and echo back your pain, so you can’t be both harmless and heard, you catch my drift? YouContinue reading “Resin Scent Resented/Harmless and Heard”
For Your Sake
I can take it. I can take all the hailstorms and the lightning and the caterpillars eating my leaves. I can prove it, I can be the softest, most emotionally vulnerable saint you have ever seen, I will care about every soul who crosses my path and hand out compliments and be kind to everyone.
I’m sorry, no you can’t, you are mortal
Snap Apple Alfalfa Flappa
“Ew” faces look like wrinkly lettuce leaves,
or so some omnivorous rabbits say, a baby’s eyes seen sideways seem like button holes, or so some sleepy dreams claim, but even in the waking world they breathe
Ice Cream on a Plate
Ice cream on a plate reminds me of birthdays: sitting around the table
under wafting waxy candle smoke, soggy cake and vanilla
Wood Cutting Yew
When talking in terms of how deep you wound me, we aren’t like that old trick question, “how far can you walk into a forest?” You know the answer, you can only walk halfway into a forest, because after that
The Fig and the Wasp
I don’t think I’m parasocial, but sometimes celebrities show up in my dreams, Kit Connor singing onstage, Janelle Monáe faking their death, and there’s nothing odd or fantastical about the fact
Letters for when the Love Lies
Let’s begin with the cure: I am consciously aware that what my thoughts tell me are not the truth. But sometimes they creep in insidiously, a mosquito’s sickle tooth,
Jordyn Saelor 