beware, my darling, for I am a serpent at best. the foul, slithering creature whom your tender gardens detest…
Category Archive: Poetry
something raw for the days.
2020 was a year that no eight-ball saw coming. I want to be able to remember the highlights of our collective societies through a fun-to-recite poem that sings like a nursery rhyme. This is it. The apocalyptic year summed in 658 words.
I place my head on the pillow and feel you sink in, knowing I’ll see you in wonderland […]
the last stretch of daylight vanishes succinctly
like a violinist behind a fallen curtain
the dark rises and trickles overhead
‘unknown’ is what we know for certain
and i ask myself
“do you think he romanticizes
the wrong things like you do?
do you think the words are about you?”
Breonna Taylor was twenty-six when she took eight fatal shots from a police.
She thought someone had broken into her house.
George Floyd was forty-six when his neck was knelt on by a police officer.
And he died.
They all died.
blue jay, caged
it’s feathers, shed
I see she no longer beats around for the key
she no longer sings
cage bars grown dull and sullen
so has she
in the morning, she gets out of bed, being pulled up by the moon
and sometimes it’s a little sad, but she makes it seem just fine
the wild strands of her hair reminds her of yesterday—
how the castles fell apart again after she had rebuilt them with her own two hands
and so we begin
the first step is the insides of your skull
painted to the colors of the lead on your test paper
because then your previously in-class-absorbed knowledge
will contrast from that of this white absurdity against your desk
i don’t think i’ll ever live
long enough
or
short enough
to find out.
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