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don't swallow gold. i have two tablespoons of sorrow.

growing pains / storm in a teacup

July 8, 2020



too much blood boils like street-side chicken soup
(no healing for human defecation, oozing brains
between mottled fingers) and too much blood
boils like playground monstrosities
blue-brown bark flakes simmering under touch
taller bones entail nothing more than knee jobs
the kind that whips joints into unknown spaces
and tells toddlers the best way to live between
broad strokes of childhood euphoria is to pull
jittery teeth by yourself
full stop now half stop
gums letting scarlet sorrow escape from old skin
don't beat the strangeness into thin toenails
they stretch for miles like unfinished pastures
fetch a pail of water
and drown in it


too little madness in this crook of world
apartment filled to brim with cold bodies
pressing numb words like birthday cakes 
squashed flat under unsuspecting happinesses
did the echo of wisp-stung hazy dreams sound
too familiar? did they sound like unrelenting
streams of salty tears cascading down marble
cheeks? sometimes, too little memory
births itself into ordinary neighbourhood tales
of road-trips so lonely caving into aquarius chests
of moonlight swollen-eyed cravings for nostalgia
of the sense of loss
just loss
nothing to name this vast space of emptiness

did you want love? did you deserve it?


if there was one thing you desired for someone else, what would it be?
would you look for yourself in them?

don't be in a hurry to grow up. if memory evades you, curse and thank it.



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  • Dmoral

    this is gorgeous-from your abstract imagery opening to your rhetorical, punching questions, this whole piece had my head spinning and goosebumps racing. lovely, lovely, lovely work!

    8 months ago
  • happygiggles

    I love the message behind this and how carefully well written this is, the adjectives are beautiful!

    8 months ago
  • rainandsonder

    gosh i wish there was a way to like something twice on this website. this deserves to be in a poetry anthology or a magazine or something, this is so beautiful and incredibly well-written!

    8 months ago
  • chrysanthemums&ink

    this piece is so poignant, your chilling imagery and the traces of a lost childhood combine together to create an inimitable sort of mood, warm to the touch but cold to the embrace. the footnotes as well, "if memory evades you, curse and thank it" i need that on my wall somewhere in silver calligraphy. if grief is the emotion we feel after losing a loved one, then nostalgia must be the 'grief' we feel after losing a memory. like in 'carousel', the mood i get from your poems must be nostalgia yet it's colder. more desolate. it takes true skill and mastery to convey this type of emotion; you're really not of this world, aren't you? love this. will be back to reread. <333

    8 months ago