#cabbages
Carrot dances in a sweat
an onion laments it's death
potato sings the potato blues
the parsley is dreaming
of some tea for two
the cabbage is tired
of the baggage
it's lovers bring with them
& remembers the knife
cutting through it
the stock cube
listens to the chatter
of the bubbles
rising through the ***
& the salt & pepper
are feeling a bit hot
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 9:48 AM UTC
We were so small,
But we felt galaxies within us—
Miles and miles of open road, splintering off in all directions.
We'd talk all night about how one day
The boys would come running and we'd pick them off like flower petals, humming
'He loves me, He loves me not.'
We'd dream about having our hearts broken,
Just like in all of those movies,
Hoping to one day be shattered so beautifully
Our hearts would become kaleidoscopes
When the light hit just right.
We'd stare at the old women in the theaters who talk too loud,
Ask too many questions.
We swore that'd be us one day,
Kids grown up, husbands at home,
Laughing at the little girls wearing high heels and bright lipstick.
But you found a boy, and he has a car—
He says you must be the prettiest girl he's ever seen.
And I'm not even a single star, much less a whole galaxy.
Time doesn't fly away—it dies,
And I've come to realize that we die with it.
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 7:25 PM UTC