Ladybug on the Ceiling
a poem

Yesterday, I promised
I wouldn’t cry,
so I bared my waterline
and screamed at the universe instead.
*
I wilted when
Earth sighed and said,
“Me too.”
*
Today, I let the tears
have their way
because I saw a ladybug
on the ceiling but forgot what it meant.
*
I was lost
in a dream when
she begged, “Remember me.”
*
Last night, I fell awake
to shadows
and asleep to the sweet lull
of hawthorn and perforated spearmint.
*
I once saw
holes in the moon
and wondered if it was my doing.
*
Tonight, I will mourn
the unnamed bits
and pieces of me that have been
lost between necessity and disappointment.
*
And when the universe
calls my name,
I will ignore it.
About the Creator
Sam Eliza Green
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