emerald linen edged with jade a book titled with my name
and it’s heavy.
i flip through the pages but they’re blank.
or maybe they’re written in a way i cannot see
or maybe it was never written at all.
or maybe it’s a reflection, an empty book, an empty me.
& maybe I’ll write it someday.
I had the pleasure of working with Boi again! This time I shared my poem and he gave me some awesome ideas for adding more concrete images into the poem. If you'd like to check out Boi's awesome work, you can find it here: https://hellopoetry.com/swoopingevil/
Thank you, Boi!
a book with my name on it. i flip through the pages.
but they're blank
or maybe i just can't read them or maybe it was never written and maybe i'll write it one day.
ensue heartbreak, worse than from a lover i loved each berry in the patch like no other.
I started a job I really wanted about a month ago and was just let go from it already. I was a co-teacher in a preschool and the class was called the Berry Patch so there's a reference to them. There were about 20+ two-year-olds in our class and they really brought such great joy. I'm disappointed in the actions of my employer and am really happy they let me go anyway. But it still really ***** being away from the kiddos.