when I open my eyes
I have nutrient-rich soil thick and soft in my hands
and I leave the flowerbed full of it,
and there’s a certain sort of light dawning in
that reminds me of instinct,
something to sink into,
grow out of and watch color the other side of the room,
and it’s like a memorized photograph to me,
glazed into my mind with thumbprints around the edges,
garden tools worn from use and discarded in the pillowed weeds
until tomorrow morning
watching, watching, waiting
for the mist to clear
for eyes to see
what’s up ahead
their sight is swimming, swirling
screams warping their senses
the smoke creeping in
it’s loud, so loud
they’re found on the marsh
crumpled, a silent scream on their lips
a frozen vision beyond their sight
hey love, here’s a letter before i vanish
hear me out, let me go
⠀⠀⠀i am drained and worn out
hear me when i call
see me when i call for help
crying in the rain
steamed up windows
⠀⠀⠀see me when i call
Sometimes I wonder if you feel the same. If you ever look at the stars and wonder what I’m doing. If you ever eat that fruit and remember the joke I made about its flavor. If you listen to that song, or hear someone mention that author, or see a word in that language, and you can’t help thinking about me.
The rest of the time I know for sure that just one of us fell.
I’m really excited to do escapril again this year. If you haven’t heard of that it’s an account on instagram (@escapril) and basically for the entire month of April, there’s a prompt a day for people to write a poem inspired by that day’s prompt. It was so fun last year and I wrote so many new poems. They usually release the prompt list a month early so writers can get a jump on creating early if they want to. If that’s the case, maybe I’ll work on that for my birthday? As long as the prompt list is released on March 1 like normal, I’ll have the list just in time for my birthday so maybe I could go to a coffee shop and write? Having a March birthday is rather frustrating because it’s usually too cold to go outside and therefore there isn’t a whole lot to do, but writing could be fun.