5.12.2016

my heart tonight

paper petals, plastic bags, pinning I'm pinning and
i wonder what it is like to pine for it
where do my tears, like a stream running down, carry me?
all times I've pushed through taffeta bodies only to be carried ashore by my very tears, dried by the sun and hardened by the commands, who cares about your coral. not a single person can keep me from sinking, washed up drying on the sand like a shark can't simply walk back into the ocean, i whimper there to be seen. to be helped. to be fed.

someones dream come true.