Only Human Sometimes

Not a mirror to vanish

Not a fish in a can

On to the present

In your presence

Not a box out of place

A paper bag on my head

All of your stars are nebulous

Distressed ribbed jeans

A ripple in a ripple

A heart in a modern bodice

You speak of lace

Glitter and clots and what have you

All your tales are wonderfully lost

So sick is the moth

So busy morphing

Into a soft cocoon

Like a cat with a blanket

A plastic bag with ribbons

Evening descends and you decay with it

Like calcium with too much sugar

Children's book with adult content

A crater with nipple clamp

All your sorrows are heartshaped

And you lost the post it note

Put me in a tide pod

And run the commercial

It's a nice day in winter

But you know enough snow

2024 January

By Aran Meredith

“This is my tree, you can only live here for 75 years.“