Hey dudes. And dudettes. No sexism here!
So this week I went to South Carolina to see my baby brother graduate from boot camp. He is officially a soldier now, and I am so proud I could just burst. I’ll be putting up a longer post about that tomorrow (a day off!). For now, here’s a poem that I started on the plane. Not sure it’s finished yet, but I’m going to post it anyways because yeah.
the last time i flew
it was daylight
i didn’t look out the window.
i look outside and see
a thousand lights;
and each light is
a thousand souls
gaslamp yellow nightscape.
clouds provide a familiar metaphor
yet those nightshade souls still glimmer through
where the cotton grey
as i like to imagine they will always shine
even though i know
that always is a relative term.
once in tokyo i had the perfect drink
like electric moonbeams
and secrets soaked in gin.
i taste it here
in the recycled air above the nightscape
while viewing the souls
that may or may not be
the remnants of fevered dreams.
listen with me
if we’re very quiet, we can hear
the faint strains of
filtering through the soft thrum
of wheels and
and a crying baby that’s never tasted
the smoky sweet burn of gin and juniper.