waterbird

2025-03-08 01:49:23

i’m sad about the old world

years ago, hiding from the summer heat in a house owned by an awful woman
i curled up in my bed with a laptop, hiding from the light of the day,
my fingers tapping out some nonsense or another on a blogger post

a picture of a house covered in kudzu, fleeting thoughts of my upbringing and my parents’ divorce
the earth was so red, there was so much mica
i spoke to meedal, to deedar, to tasni suunsan

all of that is gone now, rotted away like the body of that bird in the bucket of water
rendered to nothingness, then cast away onto the earth.

if i close my eyes, i can almost smell the wonderful dark rotting leaves.

waterbird

2025-03-08 01:49:23

i’m sad about the old world

years ago, hiding from the summer heat in a house owned by an awful woman
i curled up in my bed with a laptop, hiding from the light of the day,
my fingers tapping out some nonsense or another on a blogger post

a picture of a house covered in kudzu, fleeting thoughts of my upbringing and my parents’ divorce
the earth was so red, there was so much mica
i spoke to meedal, to deedar, to tasni suunsan

all of that is gone now, rotted away like the body of that bird in the bucket of water
rendered to nothingness, then cast away onto the earth.

if i close my eyes, i can almost smell the wonderful dark rotting leaves.