my body will one day feed the flies and in them perhaps my atoms will gain buzzing height
Volcanic ash layers up to form blackened earth in which things grow eventually.
16 year old me would never have posted a selfie, never mind a poem.
She would never have dreamt of having such confidence.
She would have waited ’til someone else posted a picture of her that was passable and used that for her profile –
Now, I post both, both different forms of self-portraiture.
When you feel unloved,
let the wind run through your fingers and wash away that notion that you are unworthy.
I think of you often and love you with a sincerity that is out of character.
Bird black eyes follow me dot to dot to dot. Unfurl heaven feathers in a real place, clipped to bodies with quick-paced hearts that live a short but lofty lifetime.
Looking out of the window, Alice saw a knot in the branch become a crow. It moved along like a train under the bark, a train made of molten sap. It broke through and grew black wings which spread and took carefree flight, but only after a long look back from the other side of the window.