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
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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
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.
“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”
Turkey vultures picked at his lifeless body
on the road before me
i looked away.
He was a baby raccoon hit by a car left
to die all alone.
Another one of life’s painful moments
i couldn’t bear to watch.
I had never made a pie,
but this was the one
you always ordered.
I found a recipe,
and either walked or
biked to the store-
I only recall
hoping regular limes
would do the trick.
It did not quite
hang together,
and the color was off,
but oh that crust –
butter, graham crackers!
Prettily filling the Pyrex.
You drank too much
on your birthday
to give it a taste,
and the next night,
I was saving it for you
to try, to see I tried, but
he cut a jagged slice,
proclaimed it sour,
and tossed the whole thing.
I never knew
if you even recalled
that I made it.
Our clock has begun
to show its age.
Seconds slip
between its fingers,
shine with memory,
shatter softly.
I do not know
if the minutes lost
have withered
to nothing
or if they, like us,
live on.
i promised i would write about you
but i can’t
for i fear that whatever i wrote
would never graze all that you truly are,
offer, and posses.
what all you mean to me.
so i won’t
for it would put you to shame
so please forgive me
for i fear this is the best that i can do.
i promise i shall never break another promise,
or at least try not to.
There are times…
To be had
Fit to be tied
Hard times,
Sometimes,
And
In between
Times.
When I want to run
Hide away
I can’t.
Couldn’t.
Even if I tried.
The way
the syllables
Of my name
Wrap around
your tongue
Drawing me in.
Always.