What if, instead,
I look down at the wonder
of tiny, separate, moving cells
that have merged from the majesty
of Queens
and infernos of oceanic volcanoes.
Category: poetry
Pizza: a poem.
The way people eat pizza, man. You can see who they are. Have you ever been to a pizza party? And just stopped, and looked, once you notice it You’re hooked. That person that doesn’t eat their crusts. You know that they’re not a Sagittarius It’s hilarious. That person who cuts everything into […]
An ode to Tinder boys.
Jack.
You told me you’d take me to
‘A Nice Lebanese Place’
With vegan options.
IT WAS A KEBAB SHOP.
I’m ready to talk:
I know it should worry me
but the sickness it bubbles up and not eating isn’t the most important thing, right now. I don’t care, I don’t care.
Desperate for sleep, with a dancing mind. Flinging itself
into each and every corner of my skull. Just to say
“hey,
i’m here, and I’m not quite done. I’m not quite ready to rest. I still have some dancing to do.”
Sai Mai Waiting; 1 and 2
Give me sleepy, slow moments
and half-murmured conversations
about nothing important,
but everything worth saying
to us.
I long for that constant image
circling
around, and around
in my mind, almost like
a memory that won’t let go.
A Vegan Adventurer 