“Write a poem about how emotions are stupid”
I begin – on a crawling, uncalibrated distance
in a cowardly morning that grumbles away
in my numb dimness- unlatched from sleep.
because memories spilled my dreams
like the icy veins of snowflakes crying
and my tongue and skin go blind like iron.
My head teasing ragged melodies-
echos from last night’s smoldering sleep
like an apple pie unbaking on my pillow.
I begin unsteady because I feel,
the world, the touchless sunlight, the morning
is an ether that stretches my limbs like pretzels
encrusted with falling salt, unscraped by hunger.