Don’t look for love.
Be love.
you have to step on the rainbows. there are Pomeranians in the car dealership. some days the sky is open. winds can also make a wish
By Sara 2 months ago in Poets
you thought the yarn doll would never come undone. you poked at her insides, the little bits of white softness that peeked out shyly between the holes
without my words you are an empty sky. i colored your eyes with pools of ink and circled your lips with stars. i made your hands into heaven.
the universe plays a game to trick humans into procreation. we call it love. the oxytocin you breathed into me was combustible matter,
they said you don’t wanna live in a broken house but i like my window frames hollow and my gardens untamed. they said
i will not wait for eternal dawn but dawn might linger, for me. (there was never anyone else, anyway). i have made home
the cherry trees weep in pink. the concrete cracks in jagged edges. tears dissolve the barren spaces like acid.
if my body was my home i would live in her instead of all the stoops and chipped mugs and rooms lingering with smoke and sex and beds with unmade sheets.
By Sara 3 months ago in Poets
tree branches run down her back like tendrils. her face is warm, with a flicker of sunshine. leaves climb up her waiting arms like vines.
if you were the sun why did you die. all things die. people. they lay under cold rocks in abandoned yards. flowers.
my body flows like molasses between your teeth. sweet/soft/smooth. i am carved like clay in your hands. malleable.
the life that filled the gaps in my jeans tightens around my waist. i can’t breathe. i miss dying. i know i’m not supposed to say that.
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