you can’t
tl;dr your way
out of world information
[as much as those in power
would love you to do so]
be informed
out of
spite
a year in poetry
October 15, 2024
oh no
when the algorithm
hits
hard
it
sure does
get it
right
[as much as i try to
avoid
being known
and perceived]
October 14, 2024
i keep having ideas for poems
and then leaning away from them
i think i’d like to hibernate
until spring comes
but what if spring
and summer
and early fall
all continue like this—
terrible news
no end to covid in sight
[though people try as they might
to ignore all the facts and findings]
death
and destruction
and feeling hopeless and helpless to stop it
unrelenting
unrelenting
i feel like i need a hibernation
until my next
life
October 13, 2024
i wear my clothes until they have holes
and then i wear them
longer
i wear my socks until they’re so overstretched
they barely fit
and then they’re pajama socks
i wear fashions
from years and years and years passed
bought past the date they were ever in vogue
and i definitely
definitely
definitely
repeat outfits
if i need new clothing
or something exciting
added to my wardrobe
i thrift it
and i refuse to give money
to the worst of fast fashion
even second hand
[i haven’t always been this adamant,
but as i’ve learned
of the pollution and the human working conditions
and the greenhouse gas emissions
and everything just for a cheap pair of pants
that will disintegrate the third time you wash them,
it just makes sense
to do what i can
to repeal my demand
from their ever-rising supply]
October 12, 2024
is my time blindness
not in the day
but within years?
now that’s what i call
maybeHD
October 11, 2024
for someone who doesn’t really like the color orange
i’ve sure bought a lot of
russet things recently
October 10, 2024
also, did i write better poetry
when i wasn’t so sad
and frustrated
literally
all of the
time?
October 9, 2024
i don’t always know
what i want to say
but i know when i’m not saying it
October 8, 2024
it still feels like the future
whenever i see the year
starting with a two
rather than a one
and it simply feels
unreal
to not have double zeros
between the first and last digit
i wonder if my brain will ever let go
of this harsh divide
between old millennium=safe
and new millennium=completely unknown
October 7, 2024
i wish i knew
exactly what my body needs.
like, is it consistent sleep?
[if it is, then why won’t it let me rest?]
is it a full, balanced meal?
[if it is, why do i get nauseous half the time
looking at food that isn’t a
comfort?]
is it socialization
and people and
connecting?
[if it is, why must my nervous system
react so poorly whenever i’m around
anyone anyone anyone?]
is it something new that i haven’t even thought of yet?
[if it is, why am i so scared to do
anything?]
kipventures 