Garden for the Fighters
Walking the Chicago streets
appreciating beauty, of the people and lakeside views
a sign doesn’t read ‘stop’ but it slows me just the same,
Instead it reads ‘cancer survivors garden’
and I scoff
I want nothing more than to step on its flower beds
deface it’s benches and bask in my artwork
I want to remind you: not everyone is a survivor
I’d tell you
You who celebrate those who have fought for the life that remains in their bodies.
But forget those who couldn’t fight anymore
I want those that lay in rest to know that their bodies are not forgotten
That someone knows that the hardest part about that fight is deciding that it needs to be over. That the warriors you were and still are will forever be remembered and respected
if only by a girl walking the Chicago streets.
I could get lost with you
Run around, feel wind, climb trees.
Travel with no cares as if I keep my home in my back pocket
That’s what you feel like,
home in my back pocket and welcome mats underneath my fingernails
A familiarity that engulfs me like the California heat
or Chicago winds.
I Love You, But I Can’t Remember Why
I want to throw rocks at any hand that touches another
because I miss the feeling of yours in mine.
It wasn’t at first but we tried and we tried and we tried
and after a while it felt right.
And yet my stomach sinks and tightens and flips at the thought of you,
close to me.
It flips, tightens, and sinks at the thought of you,
close to anyone else.
I wonder, I feel, like I just can’t win
I wonder, I feel, like I’ll try anyway.
At 7 AM nothing you have to say is important.
At 4 AM after long nights tell me everything.
Let thoughts enter your mind and travel to mine
Every song tastes
Like your name sounds when I
say it to strangers.
Welcome all this will be a blog where I post anything created by me. It’ll probably be mostly writing but you’ll also see photography and every once in a while sketches.