Poetry written by a Borderline

Sunlight and Disease

Swings, butterflies, pine trees

eating flowers

wiping my hands on dewy grass.

Smashing red berries

into the concrete.

Getting in trouble,

drawing angels,

drawing me-

Greeting hens,

watching squirrels.

There was so much sunlight.

4 am weeping.

Empty dishes and piles of clothing

litter my floor.

My breath smells like menthol.

Getting in trouble.

Trash under my bed,

trash in my body.

The sun has left me.

Unwashed hair, unwashed sheets, unwashed face.

My eyebags have gotten darker.

There is so much disease.