salt

do you ever think about me, how i’m doing

 

i’m doing fine if you’re asking

if you’re asking when i’m out of breath

looking at another face i don’t care about

out of focus, deep water, salt/

salt in a fresh wound you know the ones

the ones we give to those we think we don’t need

do you remember talking about that shit

or was that too problematic/

it’s been a few years and now you’re just a glitch

my programming skips over your face every month or two

i can picture you walking toward me on the street

to fight or to fuck/

it’s so beautiful when we fight with each other

i feel like the earth is birthing another

better version of itself

one that we can all live on/

but i know you gave up on this a while ago so

here i am

looking at another face i don’t care about

out of focus, deep water, salt.

 

02/17

I am in a new place

I am coiled in the lazy mist on the hilltop the same mist that brought me in on an aeroplane

Remember that flight where you thought you would die?

And I really want a cigarette curling lazily through me,

Because I’m alone and in a new place

I am stretched out in the garden ready to be dug into with new hands; there is soil there that I have turned recently

Remember when you thought you would never feel a sense of calm again?

There are new buds flowering,

They are weeds but they can stay.