2022-11-27 #writing/poetry #poem-a-day
cataclysm in tears
last night i cried atop a rain cloud, thinking
about another time I sobbed, about nothing
at all—which was a lie.
because, really
I was crying about everything
(you would think it was the end of the world, the version
where Noah screens two humans to save, besides
himself, of course, and I just found out I didn't make the cut)
in my life I knew
I loved and didn’t and grieved forgetting.
Once, I offered a lighthouse to a deconstructed harbor,
inhibition be damned. Sweet hands coaxed poison
and I, lying there, heat in the periphery, static fields
blazing with glitches, feeling the weight of the world
in the strain around my eyelids and wanting
nothing but
to be consumed
by the flood
but you
gave me space
to lose myself while
saving the pit
in my back pocket
to embrace cataclysm
from a nest of clouds.
last night i cried atop a rain cloud, thinking about the time I sobbed about this and that about nothing as I would say—which was a lie —because it felt like I was crying about everything (you would think it was the end of the world, the version where Noah was screening the two humans to save, besides himself, of course, and I had just found out I wouldn’t be preserving my lineage anymore) in my life that I knew and loved and didn’t and grieved. thank you for offering your arms to me, which sheltered me from my own inhibition. sweet hands coaxing out the poison and I lying there, feeling the weight of the world in the strain around my eyelids and wanting nothing but to be consumed by the flood but you gave me space to lose myself while saving the fundamental pieces in my back pocket
to embrace cataclysm from a nest of clouds.