& here we are
sad eyes pointing
mere white air
can you believe this,
ah,
fingers watertwirling
unregulated,
moving like a black shoe
free mints
green heart leafy
i’m a narcissitic moth:
all i think about is flying!
it’s impossible to make mistakes
i bottled a forest and broke it on my hands and now there is trees in my blood
i cant fly & i cant swim
instead i caress a dead mill
legs tumbling in a careless fog
there’s nothing easier in the whole world
the secret ingredient is LOVE!
forever falling
dust to dust
river-y bodies
the softest i’ve ever felt
like being hugged by a CLOUD!
Alex Wennerberg is a Physics student at Truman State University and has work featured in Electric Cereal and Zoomoozophone Review.