february poetry, days 2 & 3
(iv) I hope this gives you butterflies
stepping out into the
sunlight soaked saturated
ground was like
waking up
warm
without being afraid.
so far, today has been
beautiful.
(v) my escape plan
he can sleep easy knowing that
very soon
I will be far away,
one bag by my side
on a train,
specks of tobacco on
second-hand jeans,
the deep scent of dry leaves,
the weightless feeling of leaving.
reading slow poems to pass the time.
my favourites.
I'm trying to find the right way of saying
I don't know how to go on,
I love you
like a tree bursting into leaf
but I do not know how to go on.
in and out of naps and dreams
with coffee in my nervous body.
I only feel alive when I'm in motion,
when I can be transient.
Luci likes driving fast
and I like the music loud.
the only thing I didn't love about you was
keeping the windows up,
and how I yearn for your ease
of passing from one chapter to another
so cleanly, so quickly, so soon.
I'm trying to find the right way of telling you.
I'm trying to keep going on.
stepping out into the
sunlight soaked saturated
ground was like
waking up
warm
without being afraid.
so far, today has been
beautiful.
(v) my escape plan
he can sleep easy knowing that
very soon
I will be far away,
one bag by my side
on a train,
specks of tobacco on
second-hand jeans,
the deep scent of dry leaves,
the weightless feeling of leaving.
reading slow poems to pass the time.
my favourites.
I'm trying to find the right way of saying
I don't know how to go on,
I love you
like a tree bursting into leaf
but I do not know how to go on.
in and out of naps and dreams
with coffee in my nervous body.
I only feel alive when I'm in motion,
when I can be transient.
Luci likes driving fast
and I like the music loud.
the only thing I didn't love about you was
keeping the windows up,
and how I yearn for your ease
of passing from one chapter to another
so cleanly, so quickly, so soon.
I'm trying to find the right way of telling you.
I'm trying to keep going on.