winter blues \\\\

hearts
hearts & minds struggle as weary seasons
quarrel
change is heavy, for all of us
we tolerate of our shifting sisters,
the seasons—
the setting suns, their sons,
the moons, the moods, and the light,

because we have to.

aries \

the cherry blossoms
will return to central park next week,
and in the new weeks leading up to summer,
our canvas floor
will be littered with all the shattered
fallen angel’ eggshell-minds,
pink n’ blushing,
birthed before the sweet heat,
the forever reincarnating light,
- june, july, august -
where everything
will be everything,
once again

lemonade, \\

before the dying.

-

ghosts \\\

oh, how shameful the thought
that trees simply abandon their leaves,
change their mind about holding dear
the fruit of their womb

when really, they let go because they have to.

always dying, the light (forever new light)
forever changing, the seasons (always new depths)
but despite all the leafy leaving,

we never let go.

ghouls \\\

faithfully, they’ll be collected,
like bloody arguments and blissful moments alike,
a sacred ritual of drying before the frost,
piled high on our chests,
by unpredictable might: fathers.

now,

we give way to hoodies, tired
letters, inked onto the backs of our hands
numbers, memorized by heart
hearts we trusted
to beat thin
through all the fucking darknesses
and nothingness \\\\\

what is all this if not with you?

darling,

you are my

forever reincarnating light.