i know we said just friends
and i'm holding onto
that
but i sometimes imagine just a little bit
more
and i see:
warm summer evenings
while the cicadas sing
in the trees
we sit together
you tell me about your mom and
favorite sibling
i tell you about my time in
georgia
that year of hope and
hell
when i ruined my own dreams
you show me the teenager you
who didn't want to live
and i show you the child
broken
before five
you let me trace the
inside of your fingers
(like we used to)
sharing space like we share
air
(is that okay?)
you tell me that long alpaca joke
you made up years ago
and i laugh at every pun
in the dying light
i repeat that promise you
made me
because you remind me
about living
the way you move your hands
hold yourself
shift soft eyes
when you're nervously
happy
and i kiss you
while the cicadas sing
(tell me that's okay)
YOU ARE READING
Dysphoria
Poetry"I dreamt I grew roots and sunk into deep earth, Where mud became my skin and dampened grains freckled my surface, I opened my mouth wide for the sprouting branches Leaf-speckled limbs And sunflowers blossomed from my eyes, Sunlight bled in waves, w...
