Poems from chickenfriedrice
Doesn't it feel good to touch
the crashing waves the spiral of this notebook forms like a meteor pinballing each star
past where long-...
I've been granted a garden
but I'm picking petals
off flowers you never gave me
to place on my face
so whenI see you at Walgreens
you won'...
Love is a four letter word
& I've been worked into a novel.
There are whole libraries
of letters and bracelets and promise rings...
"I have sea foam in my veins
I understand the language of waves"
it's so fortunate:
You're the eye of the storm
& I won't ever board...
The hummingbirds are still whirring
their wings to that coronal metronome.
Sending shivers through the shrapnel
in an intrinsic trance...