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!