the sims 4: seasons

Sul sul! Whippna choba dog

Hiii. Za woka genava<3 (That means "I think you're hot" in Simlish. Yes I’m bilingual). It's Soph, here for my first (!) official PTK post. I’m responding to Larissa’s gorg tamagochi poem from last week with this one because I’ve been procrastinating my thesis by playing a lot of Sims.

the sims 4: seasons

spring
repeats: white blossom
dawn, dusk the self-
same, until each year budsets
a new grief: sometimes
hydrangeas, sometimes
a dead foal. the new wisdom:
if you work
hard enough, you can age
backwards. it’s possible
to make & obliterate
anyone in a day, to scrape
a living selling lemons,
there is no husband
you cannot steal, no child easy
to feed. you can grind
on Death at the discotheque,
but you can’t plead for your life
until he’s ready to take you.

i’ve been loved.
i’ve been loved
like that.

POETRY PROMPT: Your prompt this week is to write a poem about new (as opposed to conventional) wisdom.

Things are hard. Take care of yourselves. Talk to you soon.

S