during war
funerals can’t wait
the dead are quickly buried
she won’t be able
to sleep on his grave
‘til things settle
how they loved
to snuggle at the park
spread out on the warm grass
so she'll wait for
next summer in the cemetery
when she’ll be dying
to hold him
as close as
she possibly can
I heard this idea that what’s in the frig says a lot about who you are lots of leftovers say you hold on to things cuz you might need them nearly ripened fruit whisper you like to wait for the perfect
the green mangoes in my yard are in a hurry to gestate a promise these children of a tree are pushing up delivery of another birth their buttery sweetness into the cribs of mouths to showers of ooohs
clean yes but not looking my best after a shower I need a petal dryer the sun some primping by the wind my face needs lifting to hold proud and high for the public reveal I must bloom my best you kn