Here is the dream where we are both standing in the end.
Here is the dream where I tell you to hold me and you do, where you say you love me and nothing falls apart. Here is the dream where I leave the door open, the lights on, the table set. Look, I made pasta for you, fresh basil and everything, just the way you like it. Look, if we’re both standing in the kitchen, you might as well burn the whole place down. You’re going to break me, I know, but do it gently.
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(crossposted on instagram on august 19, 2019 for a collab with @sharkfinpoet)
things you said under the stars and in the grass by nathan l. do you ever think about the end of the world? sometimes. why? i do. just. it seems impossible to think one day this is all going to be gone. that we’re the last generation to see the stars. yeah. exactly. i try not to think about it. me too. nights like this i can pretend, though. the dark is just velvet enough for me to believe we’re indestructible. seems like it’s something in the night breeze. yeah. the sky just after sunset. the very first star emerging from the infinite blue. like time seems like it could stretch into forever. very poetic. thanks. i try. … what are you thinking about? the heat death of the universe. … what are you thinking about? you. (crossposted to instagram july 15, 2019)
transcript: murmuration by nathan l. this is a poem for becoming / for growing / for straining towards the sun / like so many flowers blooming at once. // tell me we’re more than these paper bodies / these sun-bleached sidewalks / these bad habits we can’t shake. // i want to be the sweeping sky / the whisper of the wind in the trees / all the constellations aching at once. // i want to be a thousand starlings taking flight / all wings / & longing / & freedom. (cross-posted to instagram on june 10, 2019)
self care by nathan l. i am still learning how to be gentle. i want to hold these thunderstorm heartbeats, let the wind and rain smooth out my edges. i'll tell my body let's be friends, wear this skin into something like home. one day i want to breathe easy again. i'll plant daisies in my soul and watch them bloom. |
AuthorNathan Lee's poetry and prose. More of my work can be found on my Instagram. Archives
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