"wholeworld" poems
This is a love letter:
You are the skin between my teeth.
You are the skin of my teeth,
you’re a skinned knee.
You feel good to me when you shouldn’t,
I miss you when I ache.
This is a fumbled ball
recovered by the same team.
Of course I’m my best me
when I pretend I don’t want you,
I make playlists when I allow me do.
I’m too much for you.
I know, sometimes, you want me too
I’m just,
we could ruin it
we could flood the wholeworld
dry up like raisins,
become the pebble in each
other's shoe.
And I’ve traveled so far from you,
carved an L into the land,
and at each end
I feel this heat from
a pilot light still lit
where the two legs meet.
I met your ghost in a dream
and he said “
if you wait to ask the question
the answer will be “Too Late.”
I face backwards most my days.
Darkness waters you
in the parts of your mind i can’t see,
but I can smell the flowers
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 3:45 PM UTC