Did Jesse know Sam’s favorite color?
Last week on The Folded Timeglass?
All short striped boatneck and daisy dukes. Pockets peeking from frayed threads, legs nearly glistening.
Did she know his grandfather died
two years back?
All stiff goodbyes and folded kerchiefs. Regrets filling the spaces where time seemed to have slipped away, coffin nearly glistening.
When he leaned over her and whispered something the speakers didn’t catch,
Did she know they used to call him Grimples?
Outside the lunch room?
All crooked fingers and playground gravel. Sun pressing shadows into shallow haze, so even his outline seemed small,
eyes nearly glistening.
And when he kissed her. Long and painful and full of TV romance
Did she think of all the pieces he left?
Of how puzzles don’t always want to be solved?
Oh my goodness! There’s a lot of you! (By a lot I mean 12, but considering in March there were only 2…) So here’s the deal. I started this blog originally as a “Stuff all the inspiration art things here for future reference” blog. Something I could scroll through when suffering from a desperate case of what-to-draw?
Then I starting getting into poetry thanks to an extremely persistent English teacher and a band of slamming ruffians. When April came around, I decided to try my hand at the 30 poems 30 days challenge. Which turns out to be harder than I thought. But in my excitement I started using tags for the first time ever and
It’s like magic.
THERE IS A POINT. I SWEAR.
I know you guys are here for poetry. So I’m wondering if I should start exclusively posting poetry, or if you guys are still okay with “Stuff all inspiration art things here for future reference” posts. From what I hear, most people don’t like random how-to-draw-feet tutorials on their dashboard.
So, what do you think?
I hid beneath a moon being swallowed by ancient folklore. A beast driven back by Chinese drums. A parade of Sun Gods rise from their graves to wear holes in their shoes.
In Rome a crowd forces demons from their perch in the sky, they scream as if mourning. Weigh their necks with talismans to hang on sacred Clauria trees. Precious stones to fill the night with stolen light.
Place plates on their sides to avoid a toxic moonlight, the moon is swallowed by shadow. They say the moon dies each day for the sun to rise and for this night his love is hidden.
In Africa a people shouts at the sky to plead for the moons life. To live in shadow is impossible.
That night the moon dances along the edge of legend, donning a red dress and drunk off infinity, she stands in naked beauty. Reflects nothing but herself, and the world stands guard for the night.
While in my infinite wisdom I hide beneath a moon being swallowed by ancient folklore, wading through time,and searching for respite. And cursing the heavens for not singing-loud enough, without bothering to look out the window.
Step 1. Believe in every whisper you heard the teachers say. You are special. You are Gifted. You perform better than 99% of public population.
Carve the statements into your arm, build walls of silent superiority. Sign your name with numbers. words will fail you, but numbers are etched into history books, define yourself by letter grades,
You Are Invincible
Step 2. Sign up for every available special class. Spread yourself like butter, melt into the cracks, you are infinite. Hold opportunity hostage, and take every one of its friends down with it, you are spectacular.
Step 3. Work until you realize you can’t see the page anymore. Do not take breaks, do not prove yourself false. Gifted kids shouldn’t work this hard, you are such an overachiever!
Step 4. Fall asleep in French class.
Step 5. Fall behind in Math
Step 6. Fall apart. Greet grades you’ve never met before. When they leave you with bruises, tell yourself you deserve domestic abuse. Special kids shouldn’t shake this much.
Step 7. Talk to your teachers about an unruly assignment. Watch their faces melt from their skeletons, speak with the skulls. If you hadn’t failed, they wouldn’t look like this. If you just worked harder, their movements wouldn’t scare you so. If you were more special, more gifted, more infinite…
Step 8. Stare blankly at the motivational posters above their bones, and run from the room.
Step 9. Pick your favorite bathroom stall. Stop shaking.
Step 10. Work
Step 11. Do not buckle your seatbelt
Step 12. Work
Step 13. Find yourself in a bathroom.
Step 14. Lock the door
Step 15. Curl into damp corners and laugh at the dolphins waving from shower curtains. Laugh until you’re screaming. Scream at the faucet. Scream at the toilet. Scream at the ceiling. Tear at your face and smash the mirror. You’ve defined yourself by letter grades, but they don’t spell your name anymore, you are nothing. You are nothing. You do not exist. You have nothing. You gambled with your name and you have lost. You are nothing. Watch as styrofoam light slices through you. Graze your fingers along your arm and marvel at its solidity. Do not recognize yourself in the mirror. You are nothing but a ghost.
Step 16. Browse the side effects of sleeping pills. Consider not waking up. Curse your future. Curse all you’ve ever worked for, they tie you to the present. You are not allowed to not wake up.
Step 17. Do not put a seat belt on.
Step 18. Do not look both ways before crossing a street
Step 19. Collect dust in your empty places, do not move to clean them out
Step 20. Survive. Limping, dragging, weeping, survival. But survive
Step 21. Sign your name in cursive, and begin searching dictionaries for new definitions.
Step 22. Do not take another special class. You will never be invincible. Take pottery. Take woodshop. Take art studio and underwater basket weaving.
Step 23. Do not call yourself gifted again. Hangup every-time gifted tries to call.
Step 24. Replace the broken mirror
Congratulations. You have successfully killed a “genius”