Another cryptic poem about fish.
I suppose this is what I meant to write all along.
we strap beaks around our ears breathe in herbs like potpourri the air isn’t safe without it and I haven’t seen your bare cheeks in months, in weeks your eyes glitter from behind plastic lenses meant to keep you safe from me me, who you once said was your only PPE talk to me through […]
capable of new experiences
I find this poetic, however, I don’t feel like writing a poem about the difference between you and me between English and Spanish between one letter “s” and the lack thereof between taking out the trash and filling it up between neglecting and rejecting between loving and leaving between physical pain and an emotional change […]
Outside, leaves are falling and my excitement is rising.