96 is too long
5 words created stale mosquito water that resides somewhere between an alley and an abandoned Pharmacy
Wanting a taste of ashes
Like pigeons pecking at a pastry
I know it’s been a long time because the shine from your skin is making me blind but elated
It’s 6:21 and the entire city looks like it’s underwater
Covered in my favorite shade of blue
It’s nice to return to my happy fields where I can think through dances and dance through thoughts
Rainbows turned to grey for a while
Grey is now the color you see right before you fall asleep
Bending swideways and lollipop lips are anchors
Fairy lights aren’t enough anymore
Welcome back to me.
I wear oversized sweatshirts
They feel more comfortable than your tiny tank tops.
My jaw feels likes it’s wired shut when I speak about you.
You have ignited embers in my soul
The ones I thought would never catch flame again.
for the love of my life. the person who made me realize love is still real.
Pixels streaming like shooting stars
Artificial openings that are so disingenuous when I’ve seen the way your smile makes all light bulbs burst in jealousy from the light you radiate
“Just be yourself.”
The most honest advice to give.
The hardest advice to take.
“Do they even know me?”
The calm sometimes doesn’t come after the storm.
Sometimes it sits and waits.
Slowly curling around toes
Casually slithering up to your belly
Prancing up to your heart
Pridefully slinking to your throat
Tongue-tied as it swells like an angry ocean
And finally making rest in your cerebellum
Where it spreads out, limbs long, and smirking
This poison you willingly drink that is masked by sugar and ego
Let the glass engorged with the evil elixir that alerts you of your short comings shatter on the tile floor
Remove the blinking screen from your face that is slowly becoming a Shakespearean tragedy
Connect to eye contact that isn’t shielded by WiFi
Red beads wrapped around my lady legs
Red potato skins still crawling through Southern dregs
Red lipstick, too expensive for sad my two lips live
Red lights, stop signs. Oh how much I would give
To see you smile
And stay a while
Let's pretend we don't exist
Red burns from falling down
In those sweet eyes, I feel no lies
Take me, embrace me
Red, red, red
the first song lyrics I ever wrote with my ukulele
I get flashes of our first meeting
like airplanes you mistake for twinkling stars
covered in paint our glazed pupils locked
wooden steps that swayed like the curve of my back
your mouth halfway inside me at 6 am on a spring morning
or was it winter?
stumbling back into my arms in a place we call 'sanctuary'
And that's always it.
Why can I only look you dead in the eyes when they're crossing?
We could stopped the universe, because we do every time we kissed.
Like we can't stop sipping
Hangovers like ropes around my head
What's going to happen when we wake up?
When the dust clears?
Why are we still torturing each other through rye flavored teeth?
Relief is paradox and a vicious cycle
inspired by "Sober" by Lorde, and "Relief Next to Me" by Tegan and Sara. I will be using this piece in an upcoming performance.