summer stars
may,
nearly beginning of summer
to celebrate, I wear fishnet tights with stars and moons,
a Nasa t-shirt,
and a moon necklace.
new season of summer, fast approaching.
may,
nearly beginning of summer
to celebrate, I wear fishnet tights with stars and moons,
a Nasa t-shirt,
and a moon necklace.
new season of summer, fast approaching.
This summer I will sleep in.
This summer I will enjoy the sunshine.
This summer I will enjoy the rain.
This summer I will listen to the sounds of thunder.
i will meet you on the soiled floor with splintered knees and pointless pinkie promises, bearing the gruesome girth of your loveless little lies / forever fighting to quench my thirst, but your roots will always remain sodden / they say
9 PM,
a minty smell wavering over my just-brushed teeth,
fragile bubbles of soap curling on my fingertips and the sink,
10 PM,
curling up on the bed with a worn book,
Bang
Bang
Bang
My head against the wall
Why did I say that
Why did I even open my mouth
Once again I ruined the moment
Bang
Bang
Bang
I can't ever keep in my thoughts
You are the light in my life,
My girlfriend and my love.
You take away the night,
And your body fits to mine like a glove
I know you love my poems
So I will write them for you.
If not for the moon
that pulls the ocean tide up,
revealing raw sand,
then when would the sea
be able to thrash waves
when only at stillness?
And the surface water sits,
heavy on its floors
“Honestly, she had better come around, but it isn’t her fault. She isn’t emotionally stable.”
After everything, this is what you told them.
Your head spills over with muted indignation.
Indignation from things I don’t--
I can’t know.
Because I can’t hear anything
Mama, love me as a mother would.
Nurture me gently as the deer does her fawn.
Shield me honestly as the raven does her chicks.
Existing in ethereal mourning
far longer than we should have.
To wallow in the reliability of grief,
To seek comfort in its patterned trail,
I’m scared.
I’m scared
When I think about
What is going to happen to us.
Will it be centuries?