lose me tomorrow, call me today.
say hello.
say goodbye.
say you will be waiting.
hello, this is no-one speaking:
half-rotten lily petals, curdled milk
(a chalice of malt liquor)
the luckless dead feast
here. spindling arms. spindling
candles. bodies pile
onto the sun.
maybe we have the
last of the summer.
deal the sixth of spades.
teatime, you run dry,
i'm filthy
in the accolades.
hello, this is eternity speaking.
bismuth, riptides,
yellow springfields.
(a clutch of gossamer florets)
good-by!
remember: this palace is
made of glass
and
wheat honey.
it is absurd to wait too long.
a/n: this one (the writing style) is inspired by 'the palace' by kaveh akbar. shoutout to john green for letting me know about this amazing poem :))
