That's It That's the Poem

That's It That's the Poem

Siera Carpenter | Poetry

this morning i rolled out of bed and by rolled i mean woke up from a succession of intense dreams i couldn’t remember if i tried then grudgingly turned on a dim light because in the morning i have sensitive eyes i made myself a cup of cheap black coffee that tasted pretty bad debated going out to buy an overpriced lavender latte but instead i put on an oversized sweater so i didn’t have to put on pants fed my cat and sat with him on the couch for awhile while he slept i texted Christie about how much i hate writing poetry then i wrote a poem warmed up leftover thai food that i ordered on wine night with Lin put on my cheetah print slippers so i could step out onto the balcony feel the sun on my face i smiled and basked in the abstract that is existing and being alive for some time then i came back inside my cat was still sleeping so i packed a bowl got high took a shower and i didn’t feel empty inside for any of it

art credit: "Smoke Coming Out of a Person's Mouth" by Jorge Fakhouri Filho