sn / ap

there weren’t enough chairs in the growing room, 

open as always to the prophets

& the wind. and so as people poured and poured

it is terrifying to read two hundred and fifty-year-old writing condemning the king's actions and realize the president (king) of your country is guilty of all of these         

Every spring, we throw ourselves

unceremoniously into the birthing world, abandon

all remnants of the cold dark snow. We are sun-drunk

and terribly deprived. 

We give little shrieks of joy