on climate change
some people aren’t burnt yet. some forests burn for new growth. a rising ocean of metaphors.
we look forward to a disaster movie,
it forces all the characters to become the themselves that they were previously ghosts of.
do you know what’s important yet?
how to escape what you currently understand:
i imagine blisters forming on the ceiling above me. i want a new shape.
my breasts hurt, and then i imagine life without them.
as a girl, i would see the pain i felt burning inside my chest as two metal cubes. they would flame up, sending shocks through my body. that is how growth feels.
in middle school i read that truth is beauty. i want to face it.
one day soon we will know what we have created.