Poems from Arden Bubula
I am my rolls, my folds, my muffin top
I am my lungs, my heart, my stomach
I am the pizza, the bread, the ice cream.
I am my rubbed raw...
I’m awake!
I’m awake!
I’m frozen in place.
These worms made homes
out of my viens.
I can’t stop my eyes
from sinking in.
I’m awake!
I’m...
If you were a flower
and I was a bee
I would climb inside you
not leaving until you were empty.
If you were a boat
and I was the sea
I’d...
No one will tell you why the exit sign is crooked
Maybe it was the storm in '04
you are in the valley
Or the garbage truck collision in '07...
An infection in his veins,
like the rust on the chains.
Swing swung out and knocked him down.
An itch under his skin,
adulthood must...