poetry – Thistle Thoughts

38 : 83 / A Birthday Poem

I tried
dipping my toes in
some woke waters
& I hated myself.

some things are timeless,
and some are dissolved memories

You saw yourself
in my begging and I
coiled around your leg

June’s come back
and she’s ready
to make us pay.

“Some Things A Lady Just Wears Well”

You’re a sandstorm

I ask the sky many questions
and the wind nods back

Check ’em out!

still
running away from every
feeling I have that resembles
a crackling foundation

muting Morse code,
calculating equations