i fell out of the mortar years ago (A Poem)

Hello everyone!  I hope you all had a pleasant April Fools Day and Easter yesterday.

You know, besides the five inches of snow nature blessed my city with … despite it being SPRING.

It’s okay.  I’m fine.  I had spend a lot of time this morning tracking down my winter coat and snow boots, but it’s fine.  Totally fine.  Probably just a prank by Mother Nature.  This is fine.

Anyways, I didn’t have time to write a poem about snow in April and nature given pranks, but I did have time to write about the pen that recently exploded on my face. 🙂



my pen broke last night                      the red ink looked

pink     on my hands    &         when i tried to wipe it off

a smudge         grew on my face

i stared in the mirror   meeting my own         stained eyes

made   greener                        by the artificial pink on my cheeks

tattoos are meant to last but pigmented dye   leaves

bruises that will fade   over time

into something beautiful         like crushed petals

that fell from               mortar and pestle to escape being

crushed            only to wilt into dust themselves


— i fell out of the mortar years ago


I hope you liked it, and that you’re staying warmer than my peers and myself are.  Thanks for reading!

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