I'm going to New Mexico
to wait for the world to end
when the snow falls endlessly in the winter
i feel so at peace
that even history ceases haunting me
The ghost of my grandma
stumbling drunk through her flower garden
flees before me,
ashamed.
Everything stops.
The only motion the falling flakes
stillness returning as they hit the ground.
I'll tend my grandpas vegetable garden
and all his cats
Cook my meals in the big kitchen downstairs
In a home that holds both my childhood
and sorrow as consuming as the wildfires
that nearly burnt it down
knowing only that I love the land around me
where the mesas fold endlessly into the distance like ribbonwork
the only place where my love isn't blocked up
like clogged arteries
where it just flows and flows
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 2:45 PM UTC
I'm going to New Mexico
to wait for the world to end
when the snow falls endlessly in the winter
i feel so at peace
that even history ceases haunting me
The ghost of my grandma
stumbling drunk through her flower garden
flees before me,
ashamed.
Everything stops.
The only motion the falling flakes
stillness returning as they hit the ground.
I'll tend my grandpas vegetable garden
and all his cats
Cook my meals in the big kitchen downstairs
In a home that holds both my childhood
and sorrow as consuming as the wildfires
that nearly burnt it down
knowing only that I love the land around me
where the mesas fold endlessly into the distance like ribbonwork
the only place where my love isn't blocked up
like clogged arteries
where it just flows and flows
