my childhood dream i had not realized that growing fruit was a possibility until i laid eyes on a potted orange tree in my parent’s friend’s house i didn’t know growing plants indoors was possible either i was fascinated that trees could come in my size and a tree my size could already be producing fruit whenever i was dragged to another one of my parent’s friend’s houses i would always look around to see if they also had an orange tree or if the first tree i ever saw was just a dream - Sappy
*Content warning: Vulgar language*
Dick around in shades of blue
Blue jeans trimmed at the ankles
Blueberries buoyed in jam
Oceans I’ve never seen
Lakes like paintings
Searching for Moby Dick
Crayons in cornflower and indigo
Blue raspberry Slurpee for two
My brother’s favorite orchids
Blue bunnies on plush pastures
Late night bubble blowing
Songs with somber melodies
Twitter when it was ours
Blue jays in the park
Beneath a soft sky
The color of her eyes
I tended to pastures
Jammed ankles that sang
Like indigo weather
With melodies like paintings
I’ve seen before
Orchids were her eyes
Two parked beneath the sky
Blowing wind
I love your shades
Of blue
Stand Each step that weighs down a soul should be weighed down with happiness and each fall filled with tears of laughter. Get up. Use the 13 muscles of a smile instead of the 47 of a frown. - Sappy
Speech from head to toe / The details entice the eyes / Show what’s within you
The Right Way
I could tell myself
I’m right
but there is no way to know
how I was meant
to turn out
the beliefs
the hurt
a mind in mutiny
the inside suffering
indoctrination until opinions
become ghosts
untouched and unfelt
preaching reason and absurd escape
packing the mind until stuffed and bursting
with hard-to-hear thoughts
was I meant to be this way
or did circumstance
bend me
into a familiar shape
An Unfortunate Cookie The only fortunes my family is okay with wasting are the fortune cookies we receive after we pay the bill at a Chinese restaurant. I crush them as much as I can until the plastic bag it’s in pops. I take out the slip of paper with the red ink that stamps empty promises accompanied by lucky numbers that were never lucky enough to win me the lottery. Then I toss the cookie into the decorative koi pond. I have more fun feeding them than feeding myself. - Sappy
