Poems from mentosinsoda
The cheatgrass stands sparse dry and straight on the hillthe way gooseflesh causes hairs stand uptheir airy delicateness coated in gold...
drifting
sinking
down
far below the tides
watching the surface grow
ever farther
ever colder
that slow sort of reverse floating
as...
many of my poems are pearls
wrapped around a
tiny grain of metaphor
Dear Anxiety:
Please leave.
I don’t like you.
I certainly don’t need you.
...or do I? Would I
remember everything I have to get done...
flakes are spiraling off
the metal that used to be strong
dependable
which didn’t matter
until I needed a handhold
and then the metal...