Inquiry to a teenaged plum
hey plum, hey.
your Life so purple, why can’t
you see It in
Light? you,
you want the World
to see
You so Bad
but read
how magnolias
grow. bruised
& purpled. Know,
they aren’t free. until they
break
Open, and none are
trying, you see?
they aren’t trying to look
up.
Be
cause they broke.
broke Open.
Break.
go belly up,
burst Open, record
“What is inside you?”
you have the Light
in your Flesh? is
It tart?
or does It
give Life?
hey Plum.
hey, tell me something i don’t
know, it’d Hurt for You to break
open Your Soft flesh,
Breathe out the things You Kept from me
until:
yellow to Brown
white to Purple. open and
Speak
of something
only You would know.
Sketch from my journal that inspired "Inquiry to Teenaged Plum"
Omw​
I’m on my way.
I told you I’m on my
Way.
It’s all yellow outside,
Outside, you know? Branch me out.
yes.
All
Through this. All this
Journey. The stops.
Creaking, moving,
The stop. Branches.
branches. Can you
Lift me up?
Branch you out,
All the,
Yes, yellow.
Way.
Life me up.
Photo taken outside the car window as I was writing "Omw"
War bedroom
I woke up this morning,
I was on a damp wooden floor.
why is my bed
outside?
and a granola bar
under my blue sheets.
I see a mint plastic wrap.
Oh, the one I had to cover the roof with? or
was it the one to catch a fish.
& a rubber wire leaving the house.
And lots of tainted beige
with tarred walls.
Ash gray. all the way
up, and all
the
way down.
Down there I saw green.
not as much as I wanted, but
Tall
with bricks that shatter as I speak.
My throat stuffy. I cough out two “wine brick” pieces of
dust that
trickled down my
Throat,
damp and sad.
My house used to have four
pretty blue holes.
Now there is five.
after clear Cutting-wedge-technique-Destruction,
I look
Up. now seven.
I think my bedroom fell apart last night.
