Isn't it always a joy to uncover secrets?
Sunlight brushes against your face
and mommy's got a rocking body again
promises left unspoken: Like I'll cry harder
than ever before this year.
Like I'll never sleep in the gutter again
or stab the promised lands with needles again.
I'll never forget the things you've whispered
into my ears, at your aunt's babysitting your niece
and an inheritance of trust issues along
with your mother's face, holding me back steady
until your magic words have been spoken: I'm ready
through the parking lots learning that you like
to go slow, shared in a universe of plain truths
YOU ARE READING
kuuipo.
Poetrykuuipo ring for a wahine. i pulled an Irene and decided to write fictional poetry because why not.
