it's probably cringe
how much i've been talking about portals lately
like i can hear people get quiet on the other end of the call
wondering if this is the part of the story where i need an intervention
the moon was fit to burst last night and i was not okay
in yoga, crying through my forward folds
ignoring the mold on my banana peels and the way
my dog is suddenly old in her coldness
the gnats were here for way too long but now they're gone
and i miss the 6pm shade of orange
i almost sent "obviously i will have to tell you about my future
husband and the portal we opened between us" but
i deleted the last half and just said "obviously i will have to tell you
about my future husband" but that's not even the part
that really means. the portal is the part i care about
the way a dream can cross time and space
the way "hey you"
oh my GOD
am i really writing about this guy in another poem??
i wanted this one to be a good one
but it's just another one
and it's probably cringe
idk, you tell me
🧌 Hannah Lamb-Vines prays for a free Palestine from Berkeley, California. Find them on Instagram @embarrassed4evr.