s’

as your mouth

opens

closes

swallows a moon-shaped star

i imagine it floating breathlessly

in your body

and i realize i am an animal

just as hungry as

you.

tell me

which dreads you more

who we could’ve been or

what's your favourite poem you've written?

hihi and thanks for the question @thelingering ! i love all my poems but i feel like over time my style has changed a bunch and definitely will keep changing but

for the first time

i think i might’ve saw God

might’ve even believed in him

when some days

i don’t even want

to be alive long enough

for the summer grapes

to sour

i cling desperately

to preserve

everything i have now

wrapping it in layers of

saran wrap

like my mother taught me

with yesterday’s leftovers

and tomorrow’s ripe avocados

but how can i stop the death

of something that is

ready to let go

i grasp at fate

in the dark

like a child

i love what hurts me

i can’t help it

it happens in nature too

deers cross roads

knowing the metal

will not be comforting

hoping the crash

will feel like a momentary hug

a touch

of something more

rings on fingers

a promise to be better for the past the present

the future a budding youth the spring hums under

we ran

hand in hand,

i thought it was a miracle

that we were escaping together

but you later told me

out of breath

and laughing

that it was your home

boredom gnawing at my brain

hunger a bruise with brown eyes

a cavity in the air

the need

not to fill but to consume