I missed the night.
I smoked passion flower,
left a water bottle open in my bag,
slept with lipstick and glitter
for 12 hours and it’s still not enough.
You were in my dream–
at least a part of you was.
My childhood fish friend decided to move in with me.
It’s always dark now,
in every dream,
Blue, Black, Grey silvers of light
form the non-existing moon bounce off of puddles and trees.
I want to hide.
I want to be seen.
I don’t know which one I want more.
I am surrounded by vomit,
When did everything I write become so dark?
I lost my grandmother’s ring.
The one with the rose quartz
and silver wire wrap.
I’m kneeling on my carpet
looking for wet spots.
I’m always picking up and putting down
such odd flavors.
And rotting gums
Lions and witches
Lessons learned from not writing shit down
Lessons learned from lightning
I always crouch down in the dark.
Like a crab
in the night
over damp sand.
I can smell blood when I’m down this low.
I wonder how many toes I’ve cut.
There’s a nice sea breeze
in the middle of the city.
I haven’t seen a seagull in 3 days,
but I found my seashell necklace.
I thought I lost it in 2013.
My hair is blue now
It looks dreamy, dreamy, dreamy
If you run your fingers through it
you will find starfish
and rough sand.
You can take the mermaid out of the ocean,
but you can’t take the ocean out of the mermaid.
I will be the ground you walk on.
Steady and true
When you get dizzy
You can lay your head down
And pour all your tears onto me
I will use them to grow a tree for you
You don’t have to get up;
I will cover you with moss and ivy
Let you sleep it off for the next couple decades.
When you awake
You will be softer than you once were
Cool to the touch
So when you try again
You may lay your head on me once more
and I will protect you.
I will continue to bloom trees in honor of you
Something new will be birthed
Because of you
You see, they think our tears are our weakness
They do not know
We are Earth
I threw out Temperance in a large white garbage bag.
The Hanged Man jumped in.
I held the flower flag of Death
and waited for them to be crushed,
but Temperance had other plans.
She slit open the bag from the inside
and all the trash spilled out with her.
Filthy, she ran into the woods.
The Hanged Man remained blissfully at rest
in his dirty tomb.
I was Death
and searched for skulls on the dirt road.
We’ll take a sailboat to Norway,
so the pets can come along.
I’ll paint the front door red
Look for hawks in the sky
Walk around the lake in the clouds.
I want to taste the mist each morning
and eat the stars at night.
We will rule ourselves
and follow the old ways
of the old gods.
The dictator will rot
in his golden tower
across the sea.
I’ve been dreaming of Russian winters,
taking 6-hour flights
for 45-minute brunches,
to show people how much I care.
Dashing red velvet ropes
for closed off areas
Grand marble staircases
to hijack the castle
Waiting on snow
for the team to show up
and give me a ride
I have brunch plans in six hours.
I ate chocolate covered flowers,
and felt the divine.
I left with more questions
I was stung with twilight.