Poems from Eunoia
Tiny beads
I mask my face in tiny beads
Soapy bubbles emerge from my finger tips
My face is scratched raw
With something new...
Tiny pieces of plastic
Dissolving into water
Burning down the throat
Sitting there
For decades
With food
And goo
And...
Pieces of pulsing, gold black history
i bury my hands in
my fingers tingle with knowing of the life inside
The soil is me as it is...
Of all the places on earth
Humans dwell in remarkable similar places
It feels right
It looks right
Fate put me here
My friends...
I am 18
An adult in the US of A
329 of my age
Considered "girls" no less then animals in a cage
Were stolen
Were taken
Were...