Ayooo! This weekβs poem is an ekphrastic (I can NEVER say that word right!!) of Larissaβs nyc diary from last week and the film βLittle Fishβ (which you should TOTALLY watch & cry to this week!!) π§ π. Alright, goodbye. xx K
rude of you to show up here! π
honestly, nevermind gonna staycate this city only go to the office to practice my standup routine these days what is real & what is really happening by idiots for idiots involuntarily unlearned to stop loving this affliction fucked each other up so badly the only way to survive it was by forgetting to let go of the endless whites of hopes & dreams want to change the anarchist aesthetic itβs like, people have a right to pretty things yaknow? the sound of ice clinking glass feels fighter-fishy donβt zoom in too much or you'll see how close I let you get to my haptic memory did I hurt you? or did I help ya? how long until weβll under stand if you give a girl a nickname sheβll want a rainbow recollection didnβt know where I was going that day we met (donβt look) at something so good (in your brain) itβs gone bad smell it instead & prove youβre insane
Hmmmmβ¦ your poetry homework for the week is to take a weed gummy & try to resurrect a memory from the dead! Goood luck & comment with results below. π»
Ekphrastic. Not just hard to pronounce, but also hard to spell. Or write. You, however, did a great job! Learning new things here. Weed gummy. Intriguing.