Image by Victoria Tweed
if i wrote a poem tonight
it would be about finding
a thousand forgivenesses
it would roar and scratch
lick its wounds and then
saunter off into the jungle
it would jump into the sea
from an 80-foot height and then
rise from blue-green algae
it might open its mouth
breathe from its belly
it would be hissing and yowling
it doesn't matter
whatever it was would be
better than nothing
but i'm not brave tonight
i have no deep wisdom
just feelings
