imagination
figments fleeting by
a socked foot slipping past the corner of your eye
an echo of your own voice, continuing on and on and on
and the raptured words of someone you don’t even know
swimming in your
mind
~~~
i suppose i’m doing
exactly
what he invited me to do
[which is pretty cool]
~~~
if i can’t explore
abandoned buildings near me
i can at least explore
the abandoned ruins
of my mind
spending so much time
on stardew valley
because
sometimes
you just need that oomf
to get you through
a day/week/fascist government
i wonder what i’d be like
free
from the depression
that so often
buries me
[would i even recognize
in a mirror
the person i’d see?]
a video game
a story
we care
but we are prepared
for it to be over
[will it be soon?
or is there far more
yet to come?]
~~~
so excited
to be done with this video game
so we can listen
to the soundtrack
without worrying about
any type of
spoilers
~~~
owowow
says the gestral
and both kip and i are
delighted
pondering
pondering
pondering
mulling
thinking
and writing
and honoring
honoring
honoring
those who came before me
a silly delicious homemade pizza
a silly, hilarious homemade ttrpg
a brutal cliffhanger ending
and i can’t wait to go back to play
to see what’s going on in this
[home]brewed up story
getting excited about experimentation
and viewpoints and compositions
and stupid hackathons
[physical hacking
hot glue
silly embroidery]
tho
why do i just want to make poetry
out of
everything
february has already lasted
a hundred years
when will this longest short month
be over?
it blows into february
the air of awful anticipation on its wing
the cold burning even colder
than january’s sting
at least there’s snow
from the first month’s storm
whitening the ground
providing [minimal] distraction
from second month’s
curse
the swell of the smell of
baking bread
with the spices still entwined
in the ridges and lines
of my hands
[the morning between
an economic blackout day
and a snow day]
[we can be a cozy, homey couple
when we want to be]
