#fumbling

I name you "My internet crush".

Salute! Everyone, salute!

WHY ARE YOUR POEMS SO DARK? after Linda Pastan

Because every day begins and ends in the dark. And so does every life.

Because I was pushed into this world on a Monday during a thunderstorm, cloud of brunette crowning my head.

I cut my first tooth between the hours of midnight and dawn. My first heartbreak too.

Growing up, I learned the value of contrast from Bob Ross. He said: You need the dark in order to show the light. And Atwood taught me about blackberries; how the best ones grow in shadow.

Birds instinctively know this. And isn’t that a beautiful, happy accident? All that poetry—bursting from the mouths of crows.

Why are my poems so dark?

Because negative space makes everything clearer. Because the closest I ever came to feeling alive was fumbling in the dark. And I’m still trying to remember the words to describe it.