sunny thinks about the anger in her chest. white light blazing behind her eyes. she picks up a maroon crayon in her left hand and snaps it in half. birds call outside. the sky is a sweet blue; apparently it's a day for rejoicing. sunny stands up, her hands pushing down on her knees as she does so, and makes for the bedroom. reaching high into the ( Read more... )

Put it somewhere you'll never remember, and then hide a note in a slightly more memorable place on which the first location is written. Do this again and again, moving through memory in the smallest approximations, filling your life with paper to keep it impossibly near and far.

3am cold spring walk. and the birds, some slight heaviness in the open air.

why, when beginning to read a poem, do i shy away? it's almost a feeling of vertigo; the brink of language darkly promises infinities. actual immersion into it is cold and slow. it's a standing on the wet, packed shore a month before summer. i want to jump in whole bodied or avoid it altogether, but i musn't do either. each inch of my body must ( Read more... )

like removing a shadow from its lofty bird

me, lately. by holly.


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unaware of our own heaviness
the day and i amble

THEYRE CLOSSSEEEEDDDDDD NOOOOOOOO
HAHAHAHA

inrainbows

i saw something wonderful today. it was everything.

i wanted to know what it was like, so i wrote a love song for you. i looked up and saw what i was looking for. all along, roads seemed to lie in wait, steady, imperceptible. then came images of flesh stretching beneath multiple suns, the light gazing down, lazily blinking to shift the colors pinking and yellowing, now peach and soft orange. there ( Read more... )