Prospect Park

Limiting belief:
I don't deserve love

Reframe:
Sometimes the sunlight is sharpest 
when colors are flat and dull

The pond and grass pierce my heart 
because they are all in green,
nothing standing out over the other 
and it makes me gasp

My breath goes out into it
the green-yellow

My skin is the same
non-color as the pond

It's that light could be so different everyday
That this once has never been described
And never will be again

What I See

Justice
Is not something
you disagree with strongly
but
Anger is something you disagree with
Strongly but
Not bodily but
Habitually because
Of fear of loss
Of violence because
Of injustice
Done to you

Abolition

We are giving over our secrets
Our secrets that protect us

Handing out our morals
The morals that will save us

To avoid each other
We hail the secret saviors

Without us
Will whisper in our absence
Life is precious,
life is precious

Baby

Is your heart heavy?
I'm internal
Right now
I'm under the garden
Burrowed
Under the covers
Letting it all go

Baby
Is your mind racing?
I'm beside you
This time
Out in the open
Patient
Covered in quiet
Letting my love grow

Texas

Fighting with you
About feminism
On the cactus hill

You think it's a question
Of morals
It's not

Your morality
Is a different arc

The sun is low
With scraggly branches
Constructs a golden path

On the brush
That is beautiful
That we can agree on

Contact

I want to pick the whole thing up
And throw it at the wall.
Like the carcass of an unhatched bird
Big enough to fit the bow of both my arms
Throw it at the wall

The South

I am
Plugged full of blood
As a little mollusk swims inside of you

Powder over everything
I am
Powder on my face

Wet beans
Rust where it shouldn't be