Writing

I write to shut out the world.

I want to get lost in my own worlds 

Not thinking about life and what’s happening in the world right now.

I write to escape to a whole new world where I have control of everything.

My grandmother never cut flowers with scissors, raised her nonexistent eyebrows plucked beyond all veins of recognition, blinked one eye fishlike & said a knife was all she needed.

What’s wrong?

Said the snake to the songbird.

What’s wrong, little songbird?

Why don’t you sing me a song?

You see,

Said the songbird to the snake.

You see, I’m tired of running away.

For years people worshiped Nature, she would help bring nutrients and food the the people.

When magnets are placed the right way

They connect

When they're placed the wrong way

They use everything in their power to stay away

From each other

They resist

With a force

Our eyes set upon wealth—

We count our dollar bills;

our materialistic skills. 

We avert our eyes from health, 

“Aging” backwards,