GARFIELD
5.29.20
linden,
you may not know this
that golden snitch tomato of yours is planted in my garden
that was graceless of me
i know that
we d balance seven cups
if we pretended to be anything but chaos
im terrified of something too homely
when every breath coming out of my body
is shaped like leaving
in pieces, yet at peace
looking for serenity and dancing through turmoil
if ive learned anything from people like us
what they call fleeing
we call bravery
run into the belly of the beast
letting our bones become battles
knowing no fire
but complacency
could collapse the pillars we ve build ourselves on
we will never look in the mirror
to watch tragedy staring back