Poems from vabernal
count your experiences as my own.
Remembering
in your youth,
when you had too
many men, and
you could pick
and choose. Sleeping
around then...
I am not grass.
You cannot plant me
To then cut me down.
I am not a lawn.
I am not a plant
anchored by roots.
I fly across the sky.
I am...
My name sounds better
coming from your lips.
The way you
draw
out
the syllables and vowels in my name.
It sounds new and magical.
I
am...
I never took those pills,
popping
one after another
like candy.
I didn’t dig
deeper, deeper into the layers of skin—just trying to feel.
I...
The void is speckled purple and yellow
And I am floating above it
overwhelmed by nausea
And I don’t know why I haven’t yet...