Taught my epilepsy how to drive,
got my independent streak a little drunk on empowerment,
made a piece of art at 2am so decided god mustn’t hate me.
Started to leak, said, oh no, touched it, saw it wasn’t blood.
Looks like I’ve got inspiration that isn’t uterine.
Tag: writing
Embrace
Celestial realms so blue, like a river
trickling, and I want to know where you are.
When you see this same sky, do you rush down
into the grass blades and let your mind cut
Open, Close
7 states in 9 years—my adulthood summed up
in moves that kept me a little busy
to build very much I could keep my
newly situated self busy with.
My college professor would say
that was only the start of a poem,
but I don’t think he’s very
tired.
My college professor would say
Eve
My baby may not remember his birth,
his first dip into consciousness,
first thought on existence—
no knowing or wondering…
Hi
Gonna write something down that sounds like a lie
and make it feel
so truthful,
Crater Volcanic
It’s always the most blue
water that is lacking
bacteria needed for true purity.
Chico
Small town, dreaming about getting
out, to the small city,
coulda used it as a stepping stone,
but who could ever leave the great escape?
Surf
Tilt your chin up to smile down the sky at me.
I want your excited confidence to lift me up
when I know my love is what it’s in.
Cafeteria Brownies
They say a birthday should leave you wiser,
more learned, more intelligent,
Question
You slice me wholly through,
to my core.
I plunge the incision back at you,
and the foot-long dagger disappears
Alphabet Ravine 