for a friend
i picture you some days – a utensil in one hand and your cheek
in the other, gazing somewhere in the distance as your
fork twirls endless endless spirals in the
red white checkered bowl you found that morning,
just waiting in the cabinet for something, maybe you
maybe not
maybe avocados or oil or something
maybe not, maybe it wanted what you put in it, what
you wanted,
maybe it wanted the pasta and mushrooms that taste to you of home and someday –
this is how i picture you some days.
Comments
Aw I love this. I really enjoyed the final two stanzas especially. When reading it, it felt like someone was speaking the words-- amazing work, keep it up :)
thank you so much!! I wrote this in January for a friend who asked me for a poem about new zealand, rediscovered it recently in my notes haha
Omgg!! I love it!!😍
thank you so much!! genuinely posted this one on a whim lol
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