Everything is a double edged sword
But at least i’m not looking at my phone
The system is broken
my own dreams are not working for me
The mysteries of my brain remain hidden
Not deeper, but just below the surface
But the surface is all that matters.
the snow magnolia’s petals are
Too pure to be falling already
Why can’t anything good stick
Around long enough to get as exhausted as the rest of us
Each small starburst blinding white
A promise of love in a diseased world
When your eye falls upon it, the tree shudders
its petals fall – in anticipation, maybe
Or satisfaction
A shaking sigh that travels from the ground up the branches
Making its toes curl and its flowers fold
What a relief then, to sleep
Until spring comes again
a dreamy scrape 