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.
Tag: poetry
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: Part 3.
There’s no photos, no eloquent writings or suicide notes from the night, or the day after. Because it wasn’t glamorous or romantic, and I didn’t sit and cry beautifully and write loving poetry to my family. I didn’t take selfies or photos of my drip in the hospital and I wasn’t able to live blog […]
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.”
A Vegan Adventurer 