art by Brookelyn Morgan
Ana's eyes-
like two jars of honey-
each thought of mine
sticks to the next-
surrounded in your sunflowers,
the only piece of you
left to touch.
All the questions-
all the petals-
i collect all i can.
Ana's eyes-
like two jars of honey
dripping
sweet tears of pain
This world-
it almost swallowed us all-
I wish you knew.
we all feel the weight,
- the suffocation of our own selves-
i know those feelings-
they are my best friends
and my worst-
I wish to trade them in for gold
I watch your flowers
i count the petals
i take your pollen to the bank
ana's eyes-
like sweet mollassess
may spill out
but never fade.