This is supposed to be a poem but
sometimes I just can’t write;
words become words become words become words
on a scattered page and I forget how to make meaning,
meaning my poems are shit;
Heavy eyelids feel translucent
under the subtle sunlight leaking through the thin curtain
after another long night without any sleep;
my eyes never fully close now that you’re gone.
It’s time to roll ...
I will never forget
familiar flames flickering in brown eyes resembling my own, yet speaking languages I would never understand; the inferno consumed him.
I remember how
his bursts of anger would burn...
Breath stands still in preparation for the puncture,
as I anticipate the prolonged pinch. Superhero bandaids bring strength and comfort
to a soft boy who shies from needles.
The whole routine can be q...
I don’t understand the fuss about the way my clothes fit;
blame the trees for their insufficient leaves.
You excuse his immaturity but critique my attitude—
boys will be boys and I will be stubborn.
Bright light of a phone screen repeatedly demanding my attention on a diner table—
"Look at me,"
"Listen to me,"
"Let reality sink in."
Shaky fingers hide the device away into the pocket of pants that...