Ive Written Some Poems Recently But Theyve All Been About Weather. Oops. Anyways Heres My Favorite:

I’ve written some poems recently but they’ve all been about weather. oops. anyways here’s my favorite:

there is an excellence to fog, I think. it hides the hidden shelters the sheltered smears light on its fingers till there’s half as much left it rubs lines into smudges scaring the scared breathes moisture to plants calming the calm plucks the blur from your thoughts and spreads it, smooths it, into trees roads stars until your mind is clear and your path is not.

it’s may, hi, that’s the problem, it’s may

[joy]

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you: tell me you like cheese without telling me you like ch— me: *summons cows and goats, who gather in a circle around you* *fondue rains from the sky as I lift my hands to the heavens* *cheese is up to your waist as everything around you slowly turns yellow* *you smell a familiar aroma, cheese raining down in torrents and rising up to your neck* *you scream, begging for mercy as your eyes fill with a murky yellow haze* *you hear faint moos and bleats above, and the last thing you see is me, untouched, floating, surrounded by cows and goats with a halo of cheese around my head*

my lovely, amazing father does not have english as a first language, but he immigrated early in his life so he has an almost-perfect accent. sometimes, though, you can tell it’s his second language: for example, today, he pronounced the met gala the met “gay-la” and after I corrected him he thought for a bit an said “it’s because a lot of the people there are gay”