Talking

Talking

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Maybe

Maybe

A sad poem about conversations, just something I observed and a character formed.

 

Maybe if I’m still enough

I can float on conversations.

Maybe when there’s an opportunity

I won’t wait.

Maybe if I didn’t judge too hard

on myself, I’d talk in fragments.

Maybe if I start talking about what everyone likes

Maybe they’ll like me too?

 

H

Mustard

Mustard

 

Can I have some on the side

and give me some honey.

Mix it with the vinegar

and the mustard seed.

Paste on your skin and

beam in the sunlight

We pretend we are the sun

and color ourselves with rays of gold.

Let’s get old and brown.