ibwib

ibwib Sep 2022

self contained 2

flame on a matchstick
ever-burning
floating in space

Gray waits for you.

ibwib Aug 2022

resign

it's funny.
i begged you
to stay, once.

i couldn't think
of a better reason

than having come
from you.

ibwib Aug 2022

stories

little bug
you exist not
in the forms
that are chosen for you
but in me

and when you arrive
i exist not
in me
but in the world
that your host paints

ibwib Aug 2022

Home In A Cup

Mom and dad
would drink cappuccinos
at the gas station.
We'd stop on the way
to our place of ritual.
Often, that's as far as we'd go.
They'd let me have a sip
or two,
and I'd burn my tongue
as the desert's breeze
would graze my cheeks.

ibwib Aug 2022

value

stripped of the world
i am a blob too

cry tears of joy
pain and anger

with desire to be
and sometimes not

ibwib Aug 2022

self contained 1

i asked you "what's wrong?"
for the twentieth time
this month

and you did not hesitate
to tell me that
you don't know

ibwib Aug 2022

restructuring

maybe i can
try to give you
a new place

take your hand
walk you down

mold you anew
from overlord to
fly on the wall

you won't die
but you will
be less annoying

i hope