taking a nap is always so risky like when will I wake up? in thirty minutes? in 2 hours? in 7 years?? no one can be sure
Typewriter Series #826 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text for Tired Eyes:
What if I kiss all the spots
you taught yourself to hate?
What if I placed my hands on them
and left them still, long enough
for my heat to join yours
and you to forget there was ever air
between our skin?
What if I love all you loathe
and what if I spend my days
dirtying up your brain that was washed?
Show you new pictures of the same you
you started avoiding in the mirror?
What if I say all they say is wrong
and fill your ears with honest words
in a language you stopped practicing?
What if I plant new flowers
in the places you frown at,
and teach you the names of them
as they bloom?
What if I told you to never cut them
and let the petals decorate the floor
as you twirl through your life?
What if you forget
you were ever anything other
Don’t get distracted. Life is music and dancing in the kitchen and sweet watermelon in a yellow bowl and a dragonfly on your thigh and a faint sense that you’ve lived once or twice before and that breathing feels like a thing you’ve done for centuries.
Don’t forget these things. Everything else is details.