hits harder than a punch in the gut,
is a odd-feeling taste on my tongue,
like oranges and honey and the ground
right after it rains.
Feels like some kind of drug,
knocking me out when a
button-eyed bear is held against my face.
Reminds me of cotton-candy lipgloss
and crayons on corner walls,
and when I was too stupid
to know when to shut up,
and hang my head,
what days I should send myself to bed,
what times that they just wouldn’t come.
Nostalgia
when I didn’t know
how to stop the ache in my chest,
when it was time to let go.
Too-sweet buttercream
that I didn’t hesitate to eat,
strawberry lollies
and forgotten dreams.
Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 7:48 PM UTC
hits harder than a punch in the gut,
is a odd-feeling taste on my tongue,
like oranges and honey and the ground
right after it rains.
Feels like some kind of drug,
knocking me out when a
button-eyed bear is held against my face.
Reminds me of cotton-candy lipgloss
and crayons on corner walls,
and when I was too stupid
to know when to shut up,
and hang my head,
what days I should send myself to bed,
what times that they just wouldn’t come.
Nostalgia
when I didn’t know
how to stop the ache in my chest,
when it was time to let go.
Too-sweet buttercream
that I didn’t hesitate to eat,
strawberry lollies
and forgotten dreams.