A Palmful of Short Poems, Vol. I

Just eight lil nugs in your paw

Welcome back, and a warm hello to the newcomers.

As a kid, I loved sharing a little bag of Skittles with a friend. Whether I was the one shaking the bag or the one holding out my cupped palms, it felt good to come together over something colorful and sweet.

I have a bag of poems, and I shook out a handful for you. Let me know what you think in the comments!

Suggested reading music: “Sit Down” by The Lizzy Co Show

Night opens petals.

Perfume is the evidence.

Day closes again.

Once, I was a coiled-up chain,

Stored a little carelessly,

Rusty in the rain.

Crawled into a crucible,

Melting down went fine.

Poured myself into a mold

That feels like mine.

Now I’m sharp and shiny,

Check out my blade.

I cut all the ties,

Now I have a new name.

Today I grew a fear-flower.

It bloomed overnight,

It carries the dew.

I worry its scent will draw panic-bees,

Come to shuffle the pollen

And show me the waltz

That means “oh no.”

I won’t take the chance,

I shake my caboose so hard

That the fear-dance can’t take hold.

I make it clap like thunder-gods do.

My body texted and said

“This bitch wants to live

In the shape

Of a fertility goddess.”

Left her on read a long time,

But I finally gave her a nod,

Allowed her to be something

More than a straight line,

More than a shameful thing to hide

From the folks who taught me about God.

I’m letting myself have a quiet life.

I’m building the boundaries thick.

I’m putting long distances in between me

And the things that cut me to the quick.

Is there anyone left out in the world

Who sings quiet tiny-bird songs?

Is anybody flying silent and free?

Anyone righting their wrongs?

Come spread a blanket and picnic with me,

Come tell me stories, come share.

Come feel the dizzying dopamine hit

That happens when somebody cares.

Can you

Trust your lungs to

Hold a little song? Is it

Better to sing with the band? Is it

Possible to be wrong

And still belong?

We need some light in here.

Candles burn better when

They burn long.

Palpable relief,

The thought of a safety net.

Hold me, I’ll hold you.

Today I feel a quiet little space,

An opening inside

Moving in a slower time.

I was dreaming when I swam the race.

Seaweed tumbles in and out with tides.

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All my best,