i. You told me you wanted me,
but after several hours of chasing
you grew tired. All things are impossible,
but you are an exception.
ii. I had my chest stuffed
the other day with a bird, a feather
thing that beats faster than my
heart at the end of the day.
iii. My heart pulses to the hurricanes
on the other side of the planet and
you, when you heard my bones breaking
you told me to hush.
iv. I could care less about
the seasons or perfect planets. All I
see from this spot in the tower is
a meadow of many waters.
v. I misled you into thinking that
this poem would be about love and
instead now it is about birds that
chirp inside the hearts of weaklings.
vi. Pretend if you can that I am a
rhapsodic and warm human, with blushing
girl-flesh. I am not, though. Just
a hard-scaled arthropodic night terror.
vii. Yesterday we were an easy
bike ride to the corner store to buy
candy. Today Mother knows better than
to let me leave the house with you.
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 1:23 PM UTC
i. You told me you wanted me,
but after several hours of chasing
you grew tired. All things are impossible,
but you are an exception.
ii. I had my chest stuffed
the other day with a bird, a feather
thing that beats faster than my
heart at the end of the day.
iii. My heart pulses to the hurricanes
on the other side of the planet and
you, when you heard my bones breaking
you told me to hush.
iv. I could care less about
the seasons or perfect planets. All I
see from this spot in the tower is
a meadow of many waters.
v. I misled you into thinking that
this poem would be about love and
instead now it is about birds that
chirp inside the hearts of weaklings.
vi. Pretend if you can that I am a
rhapsodic and warm human, with blushing
girl-flesh. I am not, though. Just
a hard-scaled arthropodic night terror.
vii. Yesterday we were an easy
bike ride to the corner store to buy
candy. Today Mother knows better than
to let me leave the house with you.
