Diary of a Seed
hiding in plain sight i would rather be the sky than know how to fly belonging to everything and nothing you could plant your feet deep into the earth crack every kink in your spine reach your arms up high enough to touch God’s sneakers and you still wouldn’t see her she walks heavy steps you can feel but not hear she wishes you’d pretend she’s not there what you’re seeing in her eyes is not fear see, there’s a machete inside her mouth so she keeps it closed fires burned inside her heart so she keeps it cold evidence of crucifixion on her soles so she walks heavy. my name sounds different on every single tongue they ask what i go by and i say unnoticed here they can’t see the mask one time i went somewhere they could i asked them my name and they said unholy i never went back. would rather be the whole sky than fly my tears would ruin everyone’s day fuck up the prospect park picnics and sidewalk brunches while you shed yours on the train and beg the rain to go away and come again another day so i’d feign happy and keep the sun golden 57
