🤡 if this isn’t an invitation to join the circus, I don’t know what is…
not me finding paper gardens worthy of reciprocity
hiiiiiii! kelly here, dispatching & drying out from the praia in Portugal and counting down the days until larissa arrives in Amsterdam!! (queue dramatic airport scene)
so this is me still thinking about submarines and digital guillotines and not sleeping for the past two weeks as I ran around Lisbon with a bunch of queer poets. fun fact: we spent a solid 10 minutes explaining what the term “not me” means to half my poetry workshop when we were critiquing this piece.
larissa (and everyone else here), I’m so glad you get me. 💖
🤡 if this isn’t an invitation to join the circus, I don’t know what is….
not me finding submarine camaraderie in nocturnal glory over-caffeinating time walking dusks at dawn cleansing my jaded palette not me cracking back to past selves gathering things for no purpose falling in love uphill both ways finding paper gardens worthy of reciprocity feeling 2007 again not me perusing through glass pages peeking from scarlet blinds letting it in through every pore a socially constructed butterfly speaking my truth in #mycalvins not me putting on my Satan shoes feelin’ Jovani pas de deux-ing through dopamine slot machines turning my viewers around not me coagulating, endorsing this destiny
🌟Your poetry prompt for the week🌟
is to start a poem with “not me….” to poke fun at your own “embarrassing, toxic, or self-absorbed behavior”.
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