eyesofIris

this box of darkness, mine
i am running from you, father time
catch me if you can at the
turn of a dime,
sleight of hand,
a quarter from my ear.
 
these hands of restlessness, ours
we sit silent in uncomfortable cars

you are my refrain
slink into my thoughts
water-
fall
 
again and again
i think of you
i wish it wouldn’t be
in all my poems, every haiku
there’s a giant sea
i swim in it
& you wait for me
 

i know where you like to hide.
i know that your fingernails like to
tap along the wall of a blue whale heart,
i know that you like to see how small
your body can become inside an artery.
 

I wonder where you will be in a few years
 
if you will read this poem and roll your eyes
at the way I idealized everything, the way
the ferocious teenager writing this poem
is so desperate to become a version of herself

I am me; imagination, creativity, and big plans in an even bigger world. I am me; a girl with glasses and dreams and a restless feeling in my heart to be someone.

we evolved
the wings that once sprouted from our shoulder blades

disappeared
they couldn’t stay-

humans aren’t supposed to fly
we never should have learned how to be in the sky