2022-07-01 #writing/poetry #poem-a-day#draft
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1/ im stuffing my pockets the way i hoard extra napkins the way i stuff a plate at a buffet the way a sponge soaks up even the dregs of water the way someone who knows depression soaks up every ounce of warmth when the sun shines in preparation for the cold winter for the empty hibernation for the vaccuum of light the desert the constant yearning unquenchable thirst sweat-ridden paper planes too wet to float let alone fly.
2/ choppy waves dancing in the park at sunset. baby strollers and tiktok influencers in chorus. i feel like taking off. blooming life is in season this summer. couples and families and full moons festival of light festival for rain we pray to be drenched in boundless shawls of blinding white.
3/ I’m a hyena for joy. A vulture for love. A garbageman digging for gold. I watch & take what I can get. No leftovers are below me. I’m proud of my lack of pride. Waste is my only offense. I gorge & indulge in glutton & in return, I give dignity to the forgotten, the wasted, the dirty & bruised & lost. I lose myself in the sweet grime. I’d eat scraps dropped on the sidewalk. I’d suck blood dripping from sewage pipes. I’d fill my mouth from the waterfalls of heartbreak overflowing with dark nectar. Sweetest you’ll know.
4/ i learn for the first time how you can stay quenched. how you dont have to keep searching. how hoarding is meaningless when theres more than enough to soak for a million lifetimes. how freedom derives from the root of infinity.
Listen child, there are more experiences than grains of sand than stars than i hate yous and you cant and you wont and you dont fits than defeats when expecting to win than disappointments when expecting to lose than blades of grass and laughs and gazes lost.
Open your eyes for infinity. open your eyes for now. open your eyes. open.