Poems from ogeodebrain
There's this knot in my stomach, see
that's fuschia and bilious and dripping with ink
and its wound itself around my
oak-tree lungs
and...
How are you?
God, what a dense question.
What about "What are you?"
Because that's much more accurate than the odiable
who are you.
But...
Somehow I now believe
that everything everything everything is changing
No longer stagnant, more
drooping and collapsing and
pooling and...
Hey, teacher,
Teach me something I can use.
Teach how to not be a victim.
Teach me to be strong.
Teach me to be kind.
Teach me what “...
Positivity is hard when the whole world
Keeps shoving SOMETHING down your throat
corn syrup, drugs, an obligation, a label
And you're...