There’s nothing to get

I wanted to be left handed

Hello, birdies. This is it, summer is almost over. Next week we will be back in grad school. As a response to Sophie’s question of what are the breakables, and her affirmations of finding heaven, I wrote this piece. It might be a nightmare. Idk…

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There’s nothing to get

Flock

I wanted to be left handed
I still do. 

Eyebrow weeds 
Pluck yours 
Over 
The flowers 
are wilting 
I have nothing 
To add
Grip    Grasp    Go
      Grab    Grow 
Give     Gain      Get
     Guild        Gift
Slanted frown
& cartoon 
Smile. 

When asked if 
anyone knew 
what an aubade 
was
I began the 
day pink &
tumbled

One of these 
days will be 
remembered 
Chromological 
Order 
All else is 
still alive

What do I 
have to give away? 
Handling of color. 

Delight in the 
Shape of 
The
Next stop
Just pink 
(Loud)

Last night I had 
A dream I raised 
My hand in class to 
Answer yes 
The light is hot 
& bright. I have
A hard time 
Gauging what 20
Min is. 

I’m seeing 
Many of the same 
Colors on my 
own person
HAND HOME

at hand 
Infinite shifts 
To pay for 

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Thank you for sticking with us through all the changes! Your poetry prompt is to confess on the page, and understand it can stay there.

xoxo

L