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
Stay away!
If you’re with the car I’m not gonna ticket it, so I guess you just wanna wait here?
Kelsey Museum of Archaeology, 4:00PM, 3/13/2025
a dangerous thought is the deadliest parasite–once a thought is born, there is no way to kill it; you must live with it, nurture it, grapple with the fact that it came from your own conscience. i used to think the act of forgetting would erase these thoughts from existence, like a child who covers his face in hide-and-seek and declares himself the winner. despite everything, i still believe it’s true: when the time comes, my words will be turned into dust, a trajectory parallel to an event horizon. my last breath will be my first on the other side, a complete unknown, a land where flowers bloom crystals and spiders spin sentences into silk.
I will say, frozen peas, eating them frozen, I don’t know what it is but it just makes it taste better.
West Medical Center, 4:00PM. 2/25/2025
what a terrible curse it is to wield logic in the face of love! to fall back on probability, the ifs and the buts, is to live a fearful life. trust the hand of fate and walk through the veil with confidence. the absolutes overrule the ambivalence: you sit there, petals falling–love me, love me not, love me–each one the product of a hundred bad decisions. tell me, who was there at your lowest? the light and the darkness, in that order. when the sun sets do not forget the pull of the moon on the tides, on the stars, on your soul.
You have to come with me to my physics exam tomorrow… you’re luck, you’re very good luck.
Chem Building, 11:00PM, 3/12/2025
a scent later and i am back in your room and watching the cartoons on the television. a breath later and i am watching your chest rise and fall as you sleep–gentle and graceful, the way a lily leans into sunlight–wanting nothing more than to burrow into the crook of your arm. the water does not heat, the window is missing a tile, the stairs creak in their sleep–this is a misfortune that we must endure. the reward? with your lips on mine, you convince me that luck is a zero-sum game.
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
Alternative Transportation
As a child
colors dissolved
and speckles of magic
emerged
I waited for something
to take me away from here
But nothing did
so I held up a mirror
and imagined I’d fallen in
to a world opposite this one
grass grew from the sky
clouds like slippers
teary eyed turned upside
anger was to satisfy
a vendetta paid in full
My friend gifted me a book
empty pages and a burn building
in a chest beating
for a richer life
where pain isn’t pleasure
where people mean what they mean
where I’m far away
but home
yes, home
