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Our friendship grows, June 2024

Seeing you again,

A small wire gate opens; silent,

Save the gentle creak of the hinges.

The bunnies that surveyed the property, enter, silent,

Save the subtle rustle of the grass, the sensation on their small paws.

Dandelions send their seeds across the barrier, silent,

But the flowers will show in due time.

We eat our snacks, silent,

But the flavors feel brighter than we remember them.

The rain from yesterday lingers, silent,

But the smell wafts into our noses.

Our friendship grows, silent,

But we know there is more than meets the senses.

Grandma's Basement, February 2024

The air tonight smelled like my

Grandma’s basement.

Back when it was still my

Grandma’s basement.

When the echoes along the unfinished concrete walls lilted

Melodies of Wii sports and cousins laughing.

Back when I knew how to talk to my cousins.

Before it was my

Aunt’s basement.

Before the walls were

Sealed up,

And painted over,

Along with those Mii Maker Melodies.

Cushy warm carpets,

Laid along the floor I

Used to scrape my knee on.

It was white,

And beige,

And soft,

And warm,

But I shivered every time I was down in that shell of what was once home.

But I Don't Know What, February 2024

Sitting in my room piled up on myself,

An odious rubble stack,

I slowly built myself back up.

In those lonely nights,

A small flickering happened.

And cultivating loves that would go on to be eternal,

No longer alone but comfortable when I was,

I screamed when I knew I needed to.

I wilted when the sun did not show me its shining mercy.

But deep down, there was still light.

And I felt something blossom within me.

Walking in that blackness, again,

Feeling swallowed by the vastness of the inked and speckled sky,

Wanting nothing else but to succumb to my melancholy,

And waking up the next morning knowing I would go forth despite…

Something burst out of me.

It engulfed me and filled my room with its light.

It could have been the rapture,

How I blinked and suddenly I was in another state of being.

Its tendrils grasped onto every evidence of my existence and claimed it.

I was now part of its design.

Something burst out of me that day,

But I still don’t know what.