2022-08-16 #writing/poetry #poem-a-day


I, the genie I sought chaos and found it. I wished the world burn for my warmth. I didn’t realize it meant everything would disappear. I didn’t know smoke would become the new King, whipping us into submission. I didn’t know you could be warm, burning all over, & still feel cold to the bone.

Surprise! take care with wishes. my hands cindered, my hair charred falling in spools, a ceremonious shower of black confetti arrives late, but fashionably so.

Through a sunlit window, an imagined destination, neat buildings in a row parked by the canal where worlds were born, a place where I discovered tenderness wasn’t made to survive in a storm.

Whirlwinds favor the fierce. Tundras favor the hardy. Soft things grow armor or become floppy memorials, disks of corrupted memory. In short, they die. Fireflies who lost their will for light, wind without the capacity to fly, a person imprisoned by their mind. And once more, just when everything feels beyond grasping. My question returns.

What do you wish for?


i sought chaos and i found it. I wished the world burn so I could be warm. I didn’t realize it meant everything would disappear. I didn’t realize the smoke would rise to become our master, that it would whip us until we submitted. I didn’t realize you could be warm, burning even, all over and still feel cold to the bone.

Surprise! take care with wishes. my hands cindered, my hair charred falling in spools, a ceremonious shower of black confetti arrives late, but fashionably so.

Through a sunlit window, an imagined destination, neat buildings in a row parked by the canal where worlds were born, a place where I discovered tenderness wasn’t made to survive in a storm.

Whirlwinds favor the fierce. Tundras favor the hardy. Soft things grow armor or become floppy memorials, disks of corrupted memory. In short, they die. Fireflies who lost their will for light, wind without the capacity to fly, a person imprisoned by their mind. And once more, after a respite of chaos, the genie returns: what do you wish for?