#badpoetry

let it stain the fresh bedsheets

there’s much to look forward to (uncertainty is unattractive. it invites instability. it’s life). my favourite colour is aqua blue (aqua as in ocean. as in every now and then between the grey and the green there’s something so vibrant it strikes art). I like daffodils but I don’t buy them (they’re never at the florist. no wait. they look prettier by the waters edge. no wait). the book I have the most copies of is “picture of dorian gray” (something must teach us to be beautiful. something must teach us that being only beautiful will ruin us). the last poem I read was a love poem by li-young lee (love bleeds into everything. art yes but also words. my emails. into you. sorry me). it’s sunday (quietly dreadful day. the one I least like to enjoy but the better of the ones I don’t enjoy altogether). it’s supposed to rain tomorrow (the weather app has been showing the rain icon while glaring “zero percent chance” at us for weeks. I don’t believe it. not the rain, just the weather. it changes too often. familiar). I don’t know why stars formed up instead of down (it hurts my neck to stare so long. stop staring. id rather die. why do you think we get buried face up?). the crinkle of chip packets is too loud (I love to know people snack. there are quieter snacks. it’s not my enjoyment this time). there’s much to look forward to (even though Orpheus taught us to look back. just once. doom your narrative. it’s life). I remember to put on joint tape and forget to stop jumping (I’m a child. my body is nothing without the love I have for it). winter is my favourite season (I find myself to be alive in the sunshine. what better way to feel than warm in the cold). there’s much to look forward to (when the ocean is aqua. the next sunday. rain. clear starry nights. snacks. looking back. jumping. warmth). there’s much to do then, before all this (life.)

When the stars align