February 7, Finders Keepers

you finally found it
tucked into your memories,
etched with chalk on shed skin –

your first ever poem

do not voice objections to this
let it come,
embrace it
find yourself there
if not, then atleast the person
you once thought you were
sitting in an orchard
claiming to be the king and/or queen of wheneverwhere

and beyond.

January 22, Anna

she does not drink alcohol
tastes like dancing
with her voice
with her sounds
reminds me of cotton leaves
the stuff they make bed sheets out of
and I feel like I’m drowning
in her absence
because liking her is like breathing
I don’t have to think about it
I just do.