There was something I wanted to tell you last night, but maybe I forgot
how. Sometimes I can't think straight, words jumbling together,
so I try to pull note cards out of pockets, but that's awkward,
so I stuff them back in making me feel dumb
for breathing. You laugh when I make a joke or I think
I may have made a joke. Whatever I said you thought it was funny
or just pitied my sweaty words. People do that sometimes,
act like it matters when no one really does. Insects
in the master plan, we coerce chaos to happen so perfectly
in one moment. Once, I was infinite, but just once, realizing
I wasn't that funny and you were walking into a million moments
that I would never see. Wind took you from me or me from you,
when I was infinite in the sound of your fingers running through my hair.
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The Dragon That Breathes Flowers
PoetryA collection of poetry exploring struggles and growth through the destruction of family obligations and expectations, through love and the ones that weren't the one. Poetry that aims to capture the human experience. I hope it resonates with you wher...
