I wrote this about a year ago.
Gonna try these notes out
Just to see how they sound
And if it’s a sweet melody then I will have made my piece.
Gonna try these shoes on,
For color, for texture,
Gonna try these those on to make them stinky.
Gonna light a candle carelessly,
Watch the hot wax roll down its sides like water droplets
Feel the hot wax mold to my fingerprints,
After all it’s a nice kind of burn.
Gonna scream until I loose my voice,
I wanna feel the strain of my vocal chords trying to heal
Then drink lemon tea with lots of sugar.
I’m gonna scream just long enough until I get a nice rough adult
I am gonna shrink my favorite sweater,
And then get mad at myself for not remembering to let time do the
work on the drying rack.
And I will have to accept the loss.
I’ll give it away to someone that will wear it proud.
I’m gonna set up my beach chair in a parking lot in the dead of
Shove the chair’s legs into the packed snow
Look up into the gray sky,
Imagine it were red hot.
I will feel beads of sweat gathering on my brow running down
my cheeks and pooling where my collarbones meet.
Gonna trip up
Feel a bruise form,
Watch it tie