Poems from Lhasa Love
Poets, may your days be the way you like them, whether rainy, sunny, or overcast with anticipation for a storm.
Shining, shimmering, sequined jeans
adorn the thighs of teenage queens.
Boho chic, willowy arms,
bracelets loaded down with charms,
Combat...
I want to write.
I want to feel the words flow
like
raindrops down
a car window you
gaze through at the world.
Filtered, safe, protected, ...
All of my life, I wanted to be a brunette
I started out blonde,
but blondes are dumb and superficial
right?
I transitioned to brown, but...
I am the gum stuck to your shoe, ugly, gross, unwanted by anyone
The responsibility that no one wanted
But remember, as you curse me and my...
I am the last kernel in the popcorn that you loathe for getting stuck in your teeth
Or you must spit out awkwardly as I am too hard to...