8 Chubby Pockets / Everything Between and Surrounding / The Life of a Sailor
Three poems on heartbreak, subjectivity, and persistence, respectively.
8 Chubby Pockets
At some point in time...
we decided to get lost
Led North by an airplane,
our interpretation was direction
and when we looked through the trees
it was either hard to tell—
or impossible to admit.
"Do you love me?"
"Yes, absolutely. Completely. Forever."
...it was a gaze, actually.
That moment couldn't leave me;
I nestled my fingers up through the strays on
the tallest point of your neck
8 chubby pockets
had never been so full
Everything Between and Surrounding
Stuff we have and those we don't
lean on my perception
They look to me in conversation; glances as
buoys in para-translation
water dips and bobs in sonder rhythm
and all of a sudden chimes a chord
chance, maybe—autonomy, probably. play,
the instruments of reality
What I can see, all I can transpose,
a line of best fit, hopefully, in harmony
The Life of a Sailor
It seems like the same lost soul of so many
years old still can't figure it out
This is the new line |
In a stream of consciousness
the boat ain't forever; and still, water
wanders beyond the horizon
A new line today, that's all.
The life of a Sailor;
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