circle: the roundedness of a
marshmallow spent too long in your pocket,
meant for my mouth; the almost-perfect
eternity
of your fingernail as you traced my collarbone
remarking how winglike our shoulders were;
love: circle.
square: the machine-cut cube
of perfection and almonds in the form of delight,
Turkish delight, glittering like gelatin lip gloss; a
childish drawing of a house pinned to the fridge,
everyone was once foolish;
freedom: square.
i always feel pressured into
being grateful for the biggest things i can
which to me always sounds like i'm shouting for forgiveness
instead of gratitude. i never get to say i'm grateful
there are all the things I could do with three minutes alone in my room
I have an essay to write and Hebrew to study
I have things to look up and notifications to check
on november first we said
ohgodit'snovemberalreadywheredidallthetimego taking
up all the time in the world with our breath.
on november fifth we said
ohgodpleaseprotectushavemercyonoursins praying
Comments
The metaphorical language in this piece is so lovely! I'm here for your interpretation of the two shapes described in such a new, creative light.
Thank you so much!
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