Y'all

Was a boy made from tiger tooth

And forged sunlight.

He used to pedal through the

Empty, worn streets, on his bicycle.

The blacktop

Another stretch of night sky,

The lamplights, nothing but crash-landed

Stars. He’d meet me at the corner,

Where we’d swap secrets, waiting

For dawn to come and turn us

Into nothing more than whispers, washed

Away by birdsong.

He used to speak, lopsidedly,

Used to kiss that way, too.

Always half-grinning, as he

Curled his hands into my hair, as

If he meant to pull daisies from

My cranium.

He used to tell me that he liked

Me, because I carried a pair

Of dancing shoes in my

Bag. Said, he loved

It when I’d put them on,

Because for a second, I would

Leave this planet and

When I came crashing back

Down, I’d have stars

Caught in my hair, from my

Trip to Saturn and back.

He’d always pluck them

From my stray curls, and would

Kiss my knuckles,

As if I were truly an angel

Crash-landed from the

Heavens.

Icarus and I, weren’t lovers, although

Each time I saw him

He taught me how to fly.

We used to sit in his parked car,

I remember it was shitty, but the paint

Was bright red, like my mother’s lipstick.

We’d listen to Danzig, and I’d trace

The scars on his back.

White, and ghostly. As if moonlight

Glimmered from inside of him, like

A sleeping God.

Sometimes, he’d hold his breath,

As my fingers traced his skin -

I would sometimes count the seconds

That passed in the silence, and

Would wonder, if this is what it

Felt like to drown.

He spoke of escape,

As if it were the last trail to salvation.

When I held him, it was like

Holding the tide -

And when he’d pull away, I suddenly

Knew how the sea shore

Felt, without her blessed salt water

Lover.

When the ocean kisses the shore,

Does she leave her with chapped lips

And a longing, that threatened to

Break her in two?

I think about this, as he’s leaving me

On my driveway. Peering at me

Through the passenger window,

His eyes full of warm honey, and

June evenings that taste like

Blood, smeared across a

Cut lip.

He doesn’t say ‘goodbye’

And when he leaves,

I feel a star drop onto my shoulder.

I do not brush it away.

The problem with loving

Boys with wings, is that they

Will always love the sky more

Than they’ll ever love you.

The afternoon was hot, and smelled

Of chlorine.

I wore a white dress to the bus stop,

And waited for somewhere to

Arrive at my feet.

Somewhere.

Define:

A place where I, do not feel

Both sleeping girl, and

Consumed God.

When Icarus fell from the sky,

I could feel it in my rib cage.

As if my body were the shattered dawn,

And he was the last star, torn

From my velvet canvas.

I didn’t cry, when I could feel

His heart beat, unwrap itself from my

Own.

However, I waited there, at the

Place where nowhere

Met somewhere, and looked towards

The horizon.

Suddenly, I too, wished for wings.

And a place, for my cracked-heart

To fly, to.

A place, that ached, just as much

As I did.

It’s not a bad thing, I just saw someone say “we never said who would eat the rich” and realized a lot of y’all might not have heard the full quote

It’s from Rousseau and it’s “When the people shall have nothing more to eat, they will eat the rich"

"We are starving. There is no more bread, and we have nothing to eat."

The rich man said,

"Not my problem you don't work for your bread,"

as if he did not snatch away the grain by his own greedy hands and create filling bread for his own overflowing mouth.

The poor cried,

"We are dying. There is no more medicine, and we're all ill."

The rich man said,

"Not my problem you don't take care of yourselves,"

as if he did not buy all the medicine and raise prices so high

the gods themselves would not

be able to reach.

The poor people

stopped crying,

and the rich man was satisfied...

Until they came knocking at his door one night;

their faces were sunken,

their flesh decaying,

their eyes sightless.

They were monsters

of the rich man's

own making.

As they devoured his flesh,

the rich man cried,

"Please, spare me!"

The ravenous zombies said,

"Not our fault

you fattened yourself