There blooms a fiery flower under your forehead today. It singes my lips. Advertisements
The smell of lilacs drowning in the bodies of bumblebees; those wings will beat in my mind for eternity, and nothing will ever be like it.
Waffles doused in thick rich chocolate gelato that pulled apart like summer in the silk of October leaves.
I slip away from the empty flower beds to the back of the church, dropping a couple of crumpled white roses speckled with red blood.
I remember the day Gregory squished my pet caterpillar. Bright green sludge on the heated cement sidewalk. The next day, I saw Gregory playing with his action figure at lunch. I took my dull kid-scissors and chopped its hands and feet off. Gregory cried, even though I didn’t cry about the caterpillar. After that, I kept […]
Go where the birds glide under the ocean waves, they are hidden in fish bodies, missing their feathers— their means for flight. They traded them for scales when a slimy frog told them it was right; the deep blue sea was the new place to be over the wide blue sky.
Love yourself, find the tide of your ocean. There it emerges, roaring against the tips of your skin.