my father's silhouette painted on
the canvas of waves
assures me that
water stains are not permanent.
darkened fabric means nothing more than
the fruit of possibility spoiling on countertops.
i ask grown men for more answers
than there are chandeliers
in my parents' abandoned mansion.
the creases of my grandmother's forehead
skitter over concern and
land on laugh lines.
i've always been a clever joker,
spreading lips like a contagion.
they could never catch me;
my intoxicating serpent
slithering through sidewalk cracks
breaking backs as children do.
my limbs may have expanded,
but i am just a hot air balloon.
if there is anything
pavements & dark rooms have taught me,
it is that
broken means i'll be okay again.
it's been a while. a long, long while.
wow. If I could, I'd probably favorite all your poems, but that's gonna take a while.
i love this.
You conveyed the ache well. I feel it. Good job.
this is so beautiful. i don't know what else to say, except that it is hypnotizing <3
missed seeing you around, dear. lovely piece
I love it when a poem lands gracefully.