a poem a day: day five

"with every moment, I am being asked: can I receive this love? can I let it in?"

this poem is
untitled

a world between worlds
a tidal wave
a storm

the imagery is
disgruntled

she seeks not to be understood, but be felt

I have often experienced myself as being
better-expressed in words than
anything else can do justice to

it’s as if I have an urge to
make elaborate shapes with my body
not to test its edges but explore its most natural remit
and share it

with innocence

I love my rage, my heart, my soul, my fire
my presence, my grace

I love my art, and the way I share it
here

I love these poems that stretch the bounds of
language & rhythm & flow in
ways that just feel good for me

I love making the most of my
[lack of] English degree

I love perverting the course of
expectation

I love embodying
provocation

I love sinking into the depths of my own dissonance
and finding harmony there

god, there is so much beauty here

God, you are so good to me

photographer: me :)

she loves me, she loves me not

except she loves me, and I love her too

and let’s take out
the clean-cut predictability of she

let’s make this beautiful & messy & complete

let’s make this
a symphony & cacophony
at the same time

let’s make this

mine, and also yours

I love you always forever

over & out