(no more a stranger)
(no more a stranger)
i knew it
from the moment we stopped being strangers
in a nose-to-muzzle introduction
the moment
(i would've never gathered berries for man)
(i would've never gathered berries for man)
back in the days when we lived in caves
i would’
(tense)
(tense)
from present tense
to past tense
in the most reluctant blink of an eye
what happened here?
it makes
(choose rest)
(choose rest)
i’ve been moving for so long that i’ve
drowned out the sound of my footsteps
is
(ashes)
(ashes)
while the world burns
i wondered if i’m supposed to rise
and like a phoenix, heroic,
i’d
(the air i breathe)
(the air i breathe)
desperate, desolate,
at the threshold of despair
it was guilt that gave me oxygen after
grief
(silence)
(silence)
i thought
there could never be
a more shattering sound
unleashed
than the sound
of that sobbing scream
after
(floaters)
(floaters)
a watercolor ghost
floats into my periphery
damn my instinct
to whirl my head around
to run to you
(this is a poem)
(this is a poem)
This is a poem about love
Do you believe me?
I'm telling you, it&
(arts and crafts)
(arts and crafts)
Love is papier-mâché patience
It’s a creative state of mind
Love is a sticky, glittering mess