i curse myself for having another idea where
i am a -person making art around people-
because it postpones the plan of my face
in the dirt (where it would look nicest).
i wake up empty & understand my father
so i write another poem about a man
i don’t know or talk to as i ignore his texts.
the world falls around me
& i know i’m so lucky
but my eyelids are just not
interested in a good day,
please understand.
i run out of ways to speak, so i don’t.
but somehow ten days have passed &
i’m in a (yard!!!)
how did i end up there.
hold your hands in my stomach before
they get cold, i’ll think about the lines
in your face & it’ll save me,
for a second.
(?)
hazel rain (they/she) is a writer and member of indie duo pomegranate penguins, based in bellingham, washington. they love taking film photos of their loved ones and obsessing over books regularly.
