Ryan Dement

Ryan Dement Jul 2020

Baker.

my friend bakes bread
then breaks it,
feeds me freely,
and we argue
over which of us
to thank.

Ryan Dement Jul 2020

Sitting Still.

i found a friend
while sitting still
and now i ache
awake,
trailing after talking,
complaining about the weather.

Ryan Dement Jul 2020

Something Scary.

something pretty
something scary
breaks in me like bread,
i can't stop crying,
can't stop laughing,
or slinging poems
like sticks and
stones.

Ryan Dement Jul 2020

Watermelon Seeds.

Growing braver,
I take big bites,
clean and cool,
with waking-up
dripping down
my arm,
spit out poems
like watermelon seeds.

Ryan Dement Jul 2020

Games.

I know
you have
so much to do,
pretty power things
too big for me to see,
but
please please please,
sometime soon,
breathe a little slower,
and play some games with me.

Ryan Dement Jul 2020

Dirt.

I like
to pretend,
the dirt
I track inside,
followed me
on purpose.

That maybe,
I'm somewhere,
earth
would like to be.

Ryan Dement Jul 2020

Three-Day Weekends.

Whenever
I'm around you,
I get greedy,
start planning
three-day weekends.