awakening

the morning rolls in
like fog across the horizon
i pop my eyes in
and brush my teeth

shades lift slick
the sun cuts and licks
across counter and kitchen
piles of dishes derelict

have you ever wanted to die
in the morning?

it can be different and the same

never ending drizzle
in absence of rain
it’s the undertone, overtone
of people suffering
(on the streets
and in their homes).

((this poem is shit
but aren’t we all sometimes.))

i literally heard that last week.

the audacity
the utter
incomprehensibleness
of this
messed up
trash
that I trust
these broken wires
shorted
spewing white hot
danger
this manure
spread on the streets
growing weeds
all my fingers
are crossed
in on themselves
in their own little prayers
prayers my heart refuses
to send out itself
because to care would
mean madness
not madness like
“that’s crazy, girl”
but madness like the
man softly talking to himself
on the street saying,
“my father was murdered in
cold blood,
cold blood, cold blood,
all because i
kissed him on the cheek.”
i literally heard that last week.

too.tightly//apoem

I exist
sometimes
too tightly
My hands are
wrapped around
my heart
too tightly
Releasing
a crushed bird
is
disappointing