readandwrite
This is a burden
logging in every day to write
I am irritable
until I realize
it’s not a burden
and nobody’s forcing me
relate
I late
you late
it’s late
relate...
can you dig it?
strawberry fields...
Done
God I adore You
I lift my hands in worship
And although I don’t always
get it right
the motives and intent of my heart
are pure
no one word evokes
more emotion
and division
than dollars
(and love)
and what they represent
The tiled kitchen floor
bore no trace of the blood
left there
when she pounded her head
double vision
is not as sexy
as I imagined it to be
this unopened container
sits on your table
barely touched
hardly noticed
you were so excited
when it came
you don't know it yet
but the container's empty
too many years
of neglect
I put on my flannel pajamas
and my flannel robe
wrapped up in these flannel sheets
but I was still cold.
Then I realized...
I forgot my socks
burning
searing
scorching
piercing
fear and envy
cowardly
racial pride
you are not pure