Window I

For looking out and looking in, above the trees,

where only the birds can see

the outpouring of me, where a light breeze pours in.


Childhood eye, like the metal holes in the sugar holder;

when the rain comes (and you don’t stay with me)

the bed is wet. (Why don’t you grow up.)


I dreamed of floating out of you to dance with big bear about jupiter;

when you leave you realise you are al(one),

like a child misses an imagined twin (it was only the placenta);

the bricks outside my window splash blood red.


for the daily post prompt



Author: naomi

Student, likes learning about foreign cultures, shall not divulge anymore so my identity is not exposed!

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