This is not poetry, this is breath.
I wake to a fake rooster and hug the dogs
I try to ignore all the screaming that no one else hears
I smile and make french toast and fruit rainbows
This is not poetry, this is tears.
I bend over the sink and fill it with breakfast
I want you to see the tofu jetting out my nose
I dance to not pee and vessels burst in my face
This is not poetry, this is disease.
I eat salad and put on lipstick while watching TedTalks
I laugh because you and Ted don’t give a shit
I drink my own bile and watch as you die
This is not poetry, this is blood.
I stand on the stoop and look out at the lake
I wish it was a beach and the ocean instead
I would walk in at sunset and swim for shark teeth