After a day where you felt restricted or stressed and in need of relief. This poem is a dedication to the hours after those hours, may you find them.
Heavy Pleasure
Ah, grapple
I hate you
Feral my curse
Oh mouth
I’ll spite you
Let loose words
Yes eyes
Flickering
Open those too
Later, at the woods, I can cut tops off flowers, eat those flowers, show Wittgenstein my powers, rub soil up my legs, push down on woven pegs, glittering tears, will smudge my view, of our teacher the moon, raking the leaves, thrown up like confetti, down to my knees,
cold pressed grass, waking to bird sound, hours have passed
Ah, grapple
You waited
You never give
Such as I live
by Rachel Mayfield
