The screens at the Department of Housing and Urban Development were playing this video this morning

waiting. it was always the waiting!
i’d do anything to pass the time:
pace back and forth to measured counts,
eavesdrop on meaningless conversations,
watch little people become not so little,
count the minutes, see how far the sun ran,
fantasize so deeply i’d get angry waking up

soft touches like washed feather ends
wings spindly and crooked, an angel surely
they’re a torch in the dark, a lunar pathway
ancestor, when you saw it there on her
did you feel it too? the heat of your inability
the strength drained from your vessel
hope mustered in a letter not addressed to you?

boutta dump all of my poetry and spoken garbage on this profile.

absolutely trash, all of it.

Source: Nekojiru Gekijou (Theater) Jirujiru Original / ねこぢる劇場 ぢるぢるORIGINAL

if you are having ham for thanksgiving this year please remember to prepare it properly. unless you want a pal o’ mine. 🪱🪱🪱