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(#3) Bright Blue Walls: Tell it to the bees
I’d come to dread
and appreciate Fridays
as I woke up shattered
[you were right]
20 minutes before my ride
as I shoved swimming gear
sandwiches
hopes & dreams
into a worn black bag.
I caught the bus with seconds
to spare. It was a hot mess of despair
as I watched tired eyes remain closed
even after sips of travel mug coffee.
I entered the building
caught my skirt in the lift door
silently prayed it was in enough
to not leave me without cloth
as I slowly ascended
breathing a sigh of relief
as I reached floor two
with my dignity intact.
There was a new poster this week
of a bumblebee with a quote
reminding me that their bodies
were too big for their wings
to not accept limitations
just like those implausible creatures
as they lift themselves into the sky
pollinating the earth
creating something beautiful.
I thought about that as I blew froth
from a chai latte. The illogical
surfing of my flesh through space
that clings for dear to life
to Earth’s spherical board
how awkward I am
as a human being
how every part of me
is odd
out there
bizarre
how I don’t fit
anywhere
ever.
Sometimes
writing feels like flight
turning the absurd
into the tangible
creating something
worthy from my
homeless bones
turning old pain
into air.
Published 21st Jun 2024
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22nd Jun 2024 7:48pm
This is gorgeous. I love the intimate voice you’ve lent the entire poem, and so much of it is deeply and personally relatable. You have such a gift for resonance to the innermost thoughts of what it is to be human: complex, painful, extraordinary, and mundane all at the same time. Beautiful writing.
23rd Jun 2024 2:04am
You conveyed the feeling of "tired" from the very moment you woke in the morning. Tired of just being. The lift rising with your skirt caught in it seems like you just want to make it. It seems harder for you than anyone else. So, using the bumble bee with the wings rising just like the lift. You just want to do the impossible even when it looks like you can not.
That's what I see.
That's what I see.
