Today, 02:18 AM
(Today, 12:39 AM)Deor Ana Log Wrote: Like a deer in headlightsWtf this is fire
the car approaches me
flowers are the only faces
I accept
yet a uniform evicts me
from my property
he asks my name, I say
“I don’t know”
and he calls me
segue to night
when my blood was beeswax
the honey that dripped from wrist
hand swelling like a berry bush
it was too dark to see
any of this
until the porch light met my features
then I slipped gloves on
and went into wind folds again
tonight, one by one
I am in horror reals
can’t blink away
can’t want to wake
when I do I am
John Doe
The farm is pigs and sheep and
syllables
corn season is almost upon - me
the tractor is brown instead of
blank red
the field is empty instead of
brown cement
there are times I ran in circles
when I was eight
breathless
now when I have too much
breathe
it is never enough
to wait for
if my mouth was flat
I am just a husk
my mom left town
the stress was too much
my son grew up
our barn was too warm
papa fell in love
but not with us
tonight, one by one
I am in horror reels
can’t blank away
can’t want to wake
when I do I am
John Doe
my friends went to
a school I don’t know
if they ever were true
some dreams are indigo
some aren’t even that
the car approaches me
flowers are the only faces
a uniform evicts me
my property
asks my name, so I say
“I don’t know”
and he calls me
Will digest more and attempt notes after work

