Posts for July 1, 2022


Relic: Fruit of the Tomb

He was relic’d underwear—
Riddled with holes,
Stretched out of shape,
Stains of unknown origin
In colors of indeterminate shades—
Once cradling quite modest fruits


June 30th

We’ve come to the end of June,
And I realized my vacation is ending.
July will fly by,
And August will begin
another school year.
Time is elusive and
Each day is a miracle.



That first class was 
scary, hot, and challenging.
But something clicked,
and it didn’t matter
that I:

      lacked a cool outfit
     was overweight
     struggled with balance

I belonged,
on my mat
in that community
which radiated

compassion, creativity, and acceptance

So I’ve stayed,
opening my third eye
stretching ligaments, tendons, muscles
expanding my awareness of the universe
exploring options,

wending my way home.


The Prophet Of June, On To Conquer July

June is my month to grieve-

It wasn’t supposed to be a prophecy


That boy was not supposed to die

And it wasn’t supposed to hurt this much


My aunt was not supposed to be the drunk

Running out of a burning house

My uncle was not supposed to be the arsonist


Our friendship was supposed to blossom and flourish

Not be cut at the bud, tossed and forgotten

We were set to conquer the world

Not be caught up in it


It was supposed to be like two years ago

When a teenage boy was still alive, and marriages were still intact, and we-

We were the ultimate duo.


June has left me lonely

It wasn’t supposed to be a prophecy


Quotes: “Dumb Truths: by Dumb Girl: vi” “existing as a day: ii”