G.B Poetry

thinking about the time I said we were all trauma bonded to the internet...

I meant I want the algorithm of my heart

to show me one hundred suns setting

on the horizon of my lungs.

I want to inhale one hundred golden hours, then breathe out the seven wonders of the world,

have everyone on their yoga mats stretching their capacity for wonder

and reconnecting with the ancient practice of being here.

I want to refresh the feed of my mind.

Have my attention span reset

to the frequency of Earth's heartbeat,

let my circadian rhythm unsubscribe from urgency

and regulate itself with the blue light of the sky.

I want my soul to be notified

when the people I love are

online with themselves.

When they're awake at midnight

scrolling their lover's mind

like an archive.

I want them to know

they've gone viral in my heart

one hundred times.

That I have saved every moment

on the hard drive

of my beating chest.

I want to leave this world

with a search history

full of curiosity.

I want to spend more time looking up

The second piece of writing from my queer poetry series is an exploration of "normative" relationship habits.

I have been writing queer poetry for a number years though lately I have been working on an entire series of queer poems.