🤡 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. 💖

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🤡 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

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🌟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”.

Comment below or DM us on insta, and we might re-share your work!!

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