Neverland!
The air purified me from my insides
Familiar grooves on the sidewalk and that one pothole that looked like a dinosaur
Laying on the ground and looking up and gravity looking down
Thoughts were a shadow attached to my heels
And steeping forward was my body
The ship has been rebuilt so many times that I no longer know the destination
Let me board and let the comfort of going home be a lullaby
Let me not leave the dock
Let the stories stay true
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bathroom poem
tears by the street
rolling down turning to green
hug my mom quick enough to not feel dampness on my shoulder
avoid my dad’s gaze
i love you facing the security guard
scan id card
scan id again
PUSH THE DOOR
i cant see
my eyes haven’t opened yet
im two weeks premature when my mom pushed me out seventeen years ago
now im premature one year into adulthood
im hiding in the bathroom
looking at pictures of my childhood stuffed animal
but its all blurry
particles fuzzing over into a yellow sunny day in california
i close my eyes and plant my feet on the cold linoleum floors
its dark because i cant see the sun over the skyscrapers here
and the distance of the sky and thickness of the clouds makes it so that i cant feel my mothers face or see my father’s eyes
the only warmth i let in here
is rolling down and stroking my cheeks
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