Once I moved closer to the ocean
I finally wrenched my body out
from under the circular core of the earth. I was covered in termites but I
brushed them off and drenched my shoes in puddles. I sat in the backseat while we passed sharp shards of sky and glistened.
I bared my fangs at curly haired creatures
and slept with my body wrapped in the silk of all the good nights. Reclaiming myself was a poem that actually came true, but soon enough I returned to my inevitable;
April throttled me under the concrete and smashed the sun into pebbles.
the sun wilts in submission
sooner most days it seems it shun
the spawning bodies longing
to stretch up into it bodies thronging
to find rebirth in it’s slanting light.
coffee structures the hours
like pillars, towers
over me in my
subconscious, laughs sly
at me in the stumbling morning
promises of tomorrow luring.
till then i’ll diminish
head down into the
dwindling days it seems
we will never finish