Figures dance along the edges of the cracked glass,
Judgment dancing in their eyes,
Though their shadows shiver at your gaze.
Chills whisper on your skin,
Peppered in missed droplets,
Never dried away like the words stuck inside.
Fans suck the tears from the air,
Like your towel wipes away wishes
Around reality buckling at the knees.
They don’t know the weight your body carries
And only the head can turn away
From the reality of broken reflections.
August 12, 2022
-To my dear friend for her wedding day.
When I met you, I didn’t know the sun wasn’t shining;
Dark clouds had sucked me into their foggy grasp.
When you came into the room, it was like daybreak:
A clear blue morning after the night’s raging storm.
When you spoke, my sad amusings slumbered
And a smile broke open with your one word summoning: “Guurl.”
So, whenever your sunlight seems to dim,
it will always shine to me.
Because the depth of your radiance
Is a flame I will always see.
And if you ever need a moonlight wanderer,
I will be a word away, when you call out to me.
My love,
Oh how your warehouse kimchi
Stinks.
The day-old-counter black beans
Waft a most foul stench,
Like moldy compost.
My dearest,
Even your car lunches
Warm to the devilist odor.
Let me help you,
Cover your gaseous deeds
With warm candles and hand sanitizer.
Home is where my heart rests,
Among the fruity fragrance mists,
While your toxicity lingers.
The long awaited package
Finally arrives,
But my plump curvy shape
Doesn’t fit the fuzzy fabric.
Is it the box I fit?
The one that I hide inside,
Where my shapely thighs sigh
Into oversized sweatpants?
What about the hoodies,
That cover my booty,
Like a baker covers bread?
Are these the sheets
I use to suffocate,
My living ghost?
How do I fit,
When I don’t dress,
Me?
Dark chocolate sways
My aching heart to
Break pieces off a bar;
The cuts straighter
Than the cracks forming
In my heart.
Fre is ice cold sweetness,
Alcohol removed.
The effect the same,
Drowsy depression.
Deep soreness recalls
The sporatic beating.
Tightness spreads from
Breast to gut.
My stomach erupts:
A fullness
Of acidic refuse:
Chunks of eating sick.
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