IceGalaxy

my grandmother owns a farm out in
southern virginia, which is
redneck land and
Trump/Pence 2020 land. 
i feel insecure when i'm down there;
nearly everyone who lives in the area
wants things to stay the same.

It’s the kind of day that makes me wish
I lived in Miami: grey,
rainy,
depressing to say the least. I start into
the fog, wondering questions that I
probably shouldn’t be wondering.  How did
I become so fucked up? What if

it was friday the 13th.

everything was normal.

we got sent home.

didn't come back.

i can only breathe in smoke and toxic fumes

because that is what i'm used to.

i can't say a word. 

we are having a debate in 
english class about if
love is worth it and i
need to get out of here because
i can see your face again. i 
breathe hard, fast,
nearly running from the classroom as

/skerd/
adjective
fearful; frightened.
"I wasn't scared at all"

Is it normal to be
scared of something that
never existed last year? Tomorrow,
it will be one full year
of COVID, 

That isn't a secret
I intend to keep, isn't something 
that people could ever
hold against me. I want the 
oceans combined into 
a stream of water
that will always flow inside a
series of secret veins