Writing

When I open my window in the morning,

it's the same thing every day.

There's almost never anything new.

And it's kind of boring.

And it's not boring in a good way.

*lines in italics are from Jane Eyre

Are you apprehensive of the new sphere you are about to enter?

Because I fear

For the warm skin

It always seems that 
In the unruly depths of each Alabama winter 
I long for summer 
For campfires and S'mores 
And laughing louder than the cicadas 

broke out a pen, not a pencil

i usually use pencils for english homework,

mechanical ones,

teal or purple.

but i guess it's different

with forgotten homework,

either rushed or

completed by chatgpt

I lay beside you 

Your head next to mine

Only inches apart but some how you still feel so far

Like inches are oceans between us

subjugated to solitude eternal,

only perceiving and watching love,

maybe receiving it but never understanding it

never internalizing it

it bounces off. Doesn't stick,

unkept and unruly and unclean.