Summer Fragments
The blue skies
And warm temps
Invoke a cascade
Of memories;
Decades mingling,
Each self
Remembered and integrated
Into the tapestry
Of a life
Beautifully depicted.
The blue skies
And warm temps
Invoke a cascade
Of memories;
Decades mingling,
Each self
Remembered and integrated
Into the tapestry
Of a life
Beautifully depicted.
birdless sky
Twelve years old,
Asked a question:
“Dad, what would you do if I was gay?”
“I’d kill you.
That’s sick.
I’d disown you.”
The death of trust isn’t silent.
It sounds like tension and tires
rolling toward home.
But it lives behind the eyelids,
waiting for closing time,
every single night.
Now alone in confusion,
brace for the years ahead, kid.
The moment I met you,
I knew you had lived.
Your life was different from the others,
as were mine.
I think you felt that too,
and we spoke about it,
when our eyes met.
Without saying a single word.
I felt your pain,
every moment you crossed my mind.
Until the day,
I could no longer feel you at all.
I wish you’d known how much they all loved you.
How much we all loved you.
I will keep you alive until the day I die.
as of now all of my emotions are coming out my head wild & not my chest
my anxieties wet mud hardening into a cold moon in my chest
my heart a strawberry pink moon casting damp spells
inside me something rattles against my chest
i want to step outside my body & hold myself two half moons weeping
deep dark & full spilling earth into one anothers chests
i need to make myself full i say to no one daily, walking life cyclical
i am the plants on my windowsill yearning for light, i can feel them in my chest
who will i become? me? trapping light behind my eyes
looking for galaxies outside of loneliness echos inside my chest
Pitch black
Eyelash,
Clinging to your shirt,
Contrasts
The blonde
Feathering on your eyelids,
A secret
We keep,
Messily but no one knows,
How I
Feel,
Not even you.
