dear higher power
whatever air thats up there.... above the ozone
could you share some with me,would it carry me home
or to a unknown
would it's arrival be in a tone as loud as a megaphone
to be heard underneath the absence of keith
we both could use the oxygen
while his ghost and my physicality
birth a collagen
idk where I will end up
or who I will be
I just know to wrap this old body with fern and mask it in popurrí//e.b.
(i think this is bullshit personally but hey who cares)
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life in color
Poetrythe beginning of a new chapter of my life after a summer of observation and well- needed isolation with the addition of a genuine boyfriend. a poetic photograph of Aug 2016 - Oct 2016 ***BEWARE PROFANITY***
