how long have you been you?
a poem
i’m spying on the past
at the beauty dark
hair up and back
her crown is cautious
The transistor radio sits lopsided
on the mahogany who tries to hold it together
the mustached man is behind the camera
when he shaves it off, i cry for days, who are you?!
he grows it back
A teenage jellyfish smiles for the camera
but the lotus doesn’t know
that he will never get
to grow old
meanwhile, a tiny polka dot turns her mouth into a square, all teeth glued to one another it’s so fun here! can we stay together like this forever?
Outside, the cement is swimming with clouds;
above us are countless seeds
praying for a gardener to promise us tomorrow