each of the seedling kindnesses you plant
every small deed you do lives like a
giant redwood year after you're gone--
all your goodwill skipping over time's
lengthy lake to ripple

So fight the feeling//
& hide your tears

it'll all be over
in 100 years//

Such a common error:
to take the major
as minor
and the latter
as the former

the feeling of powerlessness
that turns good men
cruel

-you know the oldest lie in history? is that power can be innocent

we were created for each other
truly
not Adam and Eve
but Adam and Lilith

i was not created
from your rib
i was not created
to appease
your toxic masculinity

i was created
from the same clay
as you

equals
in the eyes of god

i wont glorify or romanticize heartbreak
for me it was a kind of death
and i was forced to keep on living

[people generally think blue eyes are pretty, but his were not.
they were not cornflower, sky, baby, indigo, azure. his were iceberg, squall, hypothermia, eventual death.]

I wanted to be born as a star
but someone had a different idea.

That's how I ended up as a street lamp. I die too soon and flicker too much. But yesterday I saw a moth trying to kiss me. It almost burned her.
I have heard stars do not get this luxury.