mrs kite

Mar 2015

Jedd Ong

Dear Sarah,

I think I got lost a bit there in the patterns of your dress - stars splattering over the hems of your skirt like a never-ending physics class.

You ever studied the constellations? Because speaking of, I think I've gotten lost too in the way your voice sounds like a nebula cracking open. Your eyes travel at speeds laced with infinite decimal points, each glint and blink slowly chasing down light particles - which is to say I cannot seem to grasp how flustered I really am by you and how your poems always seem to leave my lungs screaming for more air.

Staring at your face makes me feel like I'm trapped in a vacuum.

Project Voice. Sarah Kay. They made me write a letter. Hate the fact that I didn't get to read it. Well more of relieved.

mrs kite Mar 2015

child's word

If I screamed with all my might,
I may not make it through the night.

My throat would be ripped to shreds
It's possible I might break the bed.

It may not bring much relief,
But my stupid brain would be empty, at least.

mrs kite Mar 2015

fishbones

swimming in a fishbowl's all fun and games

'till you're f l o a t i n g in the ocean

alone.

#socialanxiety

Mar 2015

Alex Clarke

Little Maps

The lines
around
your eyes
and mouth
that
appear
and
disappear
with every
sunburst smile
are the
little maps
of where you have been
and
where I hope
to travel.

#love

mrs kite Feb 2015

saltwater taffy

Memory is like a taffy
my brain stretches it, twists it, squeezes it
Soaks it in vinegar and brine
until I can't remember anything
until I convince myself
I have never been happy
and never will be