a series of poems.
It's National Poetry Month, no better time to release a few short pieces.
elephants.
they say elephants never forget,
but no one ever mentions the price of perspective.
every wrinkle embedded with unprocessed pain.
tusks as broken as the trust they once carried...
how taxing it is to remember, everything.
endings.
i used to pride myself of being an over-thinker,
obsessing on endings,
seeing all the ways i could never be enough,
vigilantly preparing for the fallout.
then it happened,
exactly as predicted,
and none of the toil helped soften the blow.
forever.
i don’t spend much time thinking about forever
i probably should
but i’m cursed with ancestors whose high hopes
far exceed their lifespan.
“forever” is a concept we haven’t had much luck with.
it’s a romantic notion,
pie in the sky,
and i’ve never liked fruits in my pastries anyway.
because what’s the point of the world being your oyster
when you’re allergic to shellfish.