everyone around you is greiving

Month: January, 2019

I started a poem

it was just a small poem

we were just kids

fascinated

I never told you

I still write

it

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take me back

remind me. set my feet into yr dirt earth. we were sentient once. it came like a spasm. a coming of age. there were wooded bowls for soup. we had a limousine furnished from scrap tin and make believe. the cashmere in the closet, where the rats fed, so young, so fast, everything eye liner and shadow, i learnt from sage. from ocean and sand. from clouds to doom. all of it. in one belt. one sitting. one life line, as they say. ribbons in the wind, if you will. i remember back seat and tape player. john lennon’s julia. wind in my hair, i played it over and over. high as a kite, my eyes were red and my hair was green, and i was wearing a dress.