in this poetic world
i am a bad faucet
when battery operated minds
meet water
time like liquid slows
and flickering flashlights die
mouth turn to faucets
and spit out poetry
like waterfalls about
morse code
red hats
broken drawers
and stardust
but in this poetic world
i am a bad faucet
with two or three
good drops of water
before i dry out
for another month
then people like her
and him
and him
and her
come along and
turn my handle
and poetry drips onto orange paper cranes
that fly away
almost too fast
and I jot down
small paragraphs with no punctuation
and maybe a backwards b or two
on to whatever paper I can find
and then the faucet stops
and I am left
with remnants of
hangul
football games
passive aggressiveness
and letters never to be sent
sometimes
when they turn the faucet
it shuts off in a way
that the pressure builds up
and a third or fourth
drop of water
falls from my bad faucet
onto orange paper cranes
that fly away
almost too soon
YOU ARE READING
yonderly
Poetry(adj.) mentally or emotionally distant; absent-minded. poetry. terrifying. I wanted to share. trigger warnings are at the top of each chapter, please be cautious
