I read things, I write things, and sometimes I think I'm funny.
I would paint you in blue and the birds would soar beside you. I would paint you in yellow and the Sun would pale in your light.
By Sam Chavez3 years ago in Poets
I am made of the darkness between the stars. Celestial secrets have entombed themselves in my veins, fractured starlight seeps sheepishly through the whites of my eyes.
I leave the curtains in our room open so that the first rays of sunlight can burn behind the barrier of sleep, whispering me awake.
What does fate sound like to you? Is it the clash of dishes in the sink being washed after breakfast eaten in the early light of morning?
They can't see me. Hidden in plain sight, I walk amongst them. They know my smile. They know my laugh. They know the dimple on my right cheek.