PetrichorA Poem by Katie Kistler
baby, it sounds sweeter when it comes from you
a better flavor, savored if you just don’t chew and man, she always hit the nail on the head bit the lemon just to watch my eyes turn red but this is the build up to the slo-mo slowdance in the dark the perfect snow untrodden in your favorite park the butterfly kisses when you’re six years old flying on the rusting swingset til you’re bored you’re the feeling of nostalgia though we’re not that old the feeling I can’t bottle and could never hold intangible as any word upon your tongue so whatever it is I always say it’s love cause this is the dream I never had because I’d always wake spacing out and trying to discern the way reality is here for now but slips away in the moment I would ever want it just to stay so the slippery little details in my fumbling hands come out harsh and overly exposed like I can’t dance around anything to save my life but that’s just the facts God help me, I’m clinically blunt enough to hurt like every wound you’ve ever had rubbed in the dirt and if I tell you that you’re pretty one more f*****g time but you’re so pretty sometimes it could almost make me cry so I’ll tell you it’s love and you know it’s true but is that nuanced enough for the mystery of you? cause you’re complex and I don’t always know what to do © 2022 Katie Kistler |
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