Poetry

More fish in the sea

Is all I see

But why can't they just live freely

And happily?

They wouldn't understand

The way they have had to mend

To become a friend

In the end of it all

lights flash / bodies bend / like the minds behind the bathroom stalls / polished tile instead of varnished gym floor / soles (souls) unfit for dancing attempt to replicate that short they stumbled upon last night / dial of pressure cranked to red

love, you say, 

is as tenderly golden as 

buttercups in may, 

as apollo's flaxen hair. 

and you wish for a lover.

fated together

as achilles was with

It had been

356 days,

8,544 hours,

512,640 minutes,

since March 11, 2025.

It had been

356 days of smiling,

and crying, and yelling,

and laughing, and fighting,

I want to make someone happy that destroyed my soul,

I want to make them feel,

they deserve to be happy,

and not think the entire world is against them,

because I'm not.

They broke me,

Holy shit, we did it 

89 days of 15-hour nights that we survived 

The many miles in many layers trudged through many inches of snow are behind us 

The weeping willow shimmers, the water droplets gleaming in her sunlit hair.

A dryad floats above her, in the air.

They unify, becoming one.

In Summer, the Willow cries with joy, enjoying the sun.

I reside in a foreign land, 
An unfamiliar place 
Where I left all familiarity behind. 

I keep running, 
But my past moves faster 
Than I ever could. 

To be your child.

What would it mean to be your child?

Would you still be proud?

And when they refuse to treat me right, 

Would you stand up and be loud?

Dear Anthony Bourdain 

somewhere between the time you died and the time you lived 

i found a part of myself in the words you spoke 

I try to meet the next

but it's not quite right

he doesn't make me laugh they way you made me laugh

he doesn't show his affection for me like  you do

he doesn't know me like you know me

ghosts of peo / ple hiding in this house / they grew up in and left / hiding under tables in clo / sets long thin men pale pe / ople dark people all hidden / separately in the same room / waiting for the seeker to finis / h counting endlessly endl