Image courtesy of: Frida Aguilar Estrada

don’t remember the taste
of stars so we fill ourselves
on vodka and rum. dilute
the night with bright, fizzling
expectations so we can
shoot down disappointment
in familiar tumbler glass.

watch the hours drip-tick by
as all these soft sticky souls
search for more than sallow
shadows of self in fellow
stranger’s gaze. alas, it is in
the peripheries that I remain.
how can one win without
being told how to play the game,
nothing to blame beyond birth
and poor choices after
that have led to what I became.

as drinks tip and lips slip,
I find myself floating amongst
the sea of people, sway in
humid-breathed wind and breathe
the sweatied salt-spray. hold onto the
rainbows reflected in buoyant
disco balls to remind myself that the
spectrum of colours in my veins
spills an infinite greater than the
circumference of circumstance,

validation is but a gaze away but I
force myself to stop looking out,
instead, I turn to mirror,
loop and linger over familiar
shapes and learn their meaning.
hold onto the moment where enough
is no more or less, find the answer to
unenigmafied questions and tell others
the secret too before I forget –

If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?
If words are penned to paper and no one is around to read it, do they still hold meaning?

9 thoughts on “yes.

  1. Ahhhh, I love this !!! I keep saying this, but I genuinely get so excited when I see you’ve posted. And honestly, every single thing you write is so worth waiting for. Your writing is something that makes me want to sit down one afternoon and dive into the words you write. You weave in so much meaning so beautifully and it leaves me in awe every single time ❤ Thank you for posting !

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    1. oh my gosh you lift me up so much every time!! I truly appreciate it, it means so much to get feedback at all, the fact that it’s such high praise that I don’t think I deserve is just aaaah, I feel so thankful ❤️ thank you so much

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      1. I feel you when you say it’s praise you don’t think you deserve, I’ve felt that way every time someone has ever said something nice about my writing lol. But I really do mean every word I said, and then some more. You’re a truly wonderful writer/poet and I am so happy I found your blog ❤

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