A big thing rolling
For more snipped poetry, read Sticky from Seven Yrs Later. See all Post-its here.
A big thing rolling
Sometimes noble truths
and good ol’ ideas
prevent moving backward.
A big thing rolling
between my bathroom and my bedroom and dwelling
12 notions
that tethered me
arrive aloud
then in
symbiotic silence
How must it feel
as a work in hope
to regularly do great things
convinced they’re normal?
I suppose what makes
naked intelligence
fucking weird
is even the majority
of a first glance
drops depth on me all the time
Cut from Notes to Self:
“What every generation needs are both”
“I’ve been seeing myself for the first time.”