I have always loved the thought

Of my art blooming like petals

In someone’s mind,

Till they too

Are plucked and wither

With time.


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9:45 AM to 6:10 PM

I wonder how buildings stand so tall and proud.
I can feel my neck and spine change shape throughout the day
A question mark?
An exclamation point!
A full stop.
(I curl into myself for some psychological warmth)
The cold ACs talk nonstop, their voice has become familiar
Plants in this office are more alive than people
As my friend 6 states away says- this world feels 2D.
And I am a walking 2 line drawing put together-
Eyes bigger than my head
Head bigger than my legs
Hands two needle sticks by the side-
Fit for typing and meticulous washing.
(It is the only body part I can truly control).


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Newspapers are printing blank.
White ink on white paper.
Gospel truths of humanity spilled.
But no one can read. No one cares to read.
We switch to blue screens for meaning.
Reels, filters, and coloured faces
Distort a reality that is already dystopian.
Wars, hunger, and heat waves take a back seat.

Each day, a dull day, we are pulled into
Rivers of traffic jams.
Crowds and machines sitting suspended.
We depend on the sanity of all drivers to live-
Cars ahead and cars behind.
I wonder what faith keeps us intact.

A blank mind and many blank words sit on my shoulders.
The world is still spinning.
Humanity is churning stories faster than anyone can comprehend.

I am okay with being unaware for now.


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One and a half

I can live with half a heart

I feel

Lifting the other half

Into your trembling chest

One and a half heart

Beat in tandem


My half heart shivers in cold

Blood rushes in where I had once been whole

I bleed and bleed

Fingertips cold and blue

I kiss you goodbye

Warm jacket and a blanket

In my bag that will fly with me

Miles away.


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