GARFIELD
8.18.20
it must be a full moon
but instead of turning into a werewolf
i turn into every street my country has ever danced on
Author: admin
BOTANICA
8.16.20
monkshood
you know the one
the blue bells – a blue so violent your eyesight can be abruptly dislodged by a twitch of embarrassment
looking away, as if too look so directly into the origin of so much pigment
might violate intimacy sacred even to an unrefined pride
you smell of butterscotch
or is it that caramel iris of yours?
i digress,
monkshood knows what it must feel like
a rustling of scarabs in mummy wrappings
as we pretend to
assume our historic roles (mine at least) as enchanters,
soul feeders, sacred pimps, and alchemists
ive decided, the universe does not have laws
it has habits
and habits can be broken
HISTORY
8.10.20
i’ve probably spared myself a lot of grieving
by not indulging in the darkness of boredom
things seem bigger in the dark
illness is thicker and more destructive
the presence of hopelessness closer
happiness is made of such a light and frail substance after all
no use in weighing it down more
dont mistake fragility and weightlessness for elusiveness
you don’t spend days counting breaths after all
HISTORY
8.5.20
if you’ve ever wondered what its like to be an immigrant
think of your childhood as a country
DREAMS
8.01.20
who thought to associate maturity with autonomy?
like some suzerain right to determine what is going to happen next and say
“that semicolon, that one there can go straight to the dogs.”
well, to hell with that
i say a person is from wherever a person feels best
roots are for plants, after all.
BOTANICA
7.26.20
nettles
never underestimate the fidelity with which painful memories marry
but don’t let that scare you
this brings blood to the surface
stimulates blood vessels
oxygenates cell grow for you fingers to bend and pick up
the small part of voice box you tried to thread through a needle
this is what i love most
the texture of peace in nettle sting
BOTANICA
7.25.20
Ferns and aspens
you weren’t ever lost
you mistook shedding
for molting
distracted from the alive that communes in your chest cavity
dirt tan sweetened sunbeams
steep em in rain – call it coffee
sign mental postcards and courier them on memory lane
that same birdsong all mushrooms play for sugar
VELVET
7.20.20
i wouldnt lie
if i said i think about you when im with them
every kiss is a lie
for both of us
tell me again about trellis
and how it tricks the mind
how you never know where it will end up
how we are always licking flames you and i
we’ve been burned
i know you’ll break me
humble me
you already have
mercy on me please
im beggin on your feet take me in
to the night. together.
VELVET
7.18.20
youre going to break my heart
maybe that’ll be good for me
SNAKE(S)KIN
7.16.20
in regards to this past weekend
where do i put that
in the place where monsters sleep
in the drawer underneath the bed where mattresses keep their own spines
in the “i trustred” you spaces
where so many have fallen pray
hook to bait
like a child to candy
like cancer to Ruth
and here we wake up
tears to pillow-sheets stained with
really who knows what