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
Blue eyes

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
Purple freckles

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
Red smile

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
Pink foam

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s