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NOT A PRESS

Little Sunny

TITANS OF EITHER

By K8

I stole 
for generations 
the milk 
of the sun
standing by 
the ocean 
with a six pack 
in corner store 
plastic sunnies 
having the best day 
maybe you did too 
first I stared 
for a while 
then I ran 
into the water
and a giant 
wave crashed 
in my face
I invite you to see 
double 
first in the making 
and then dismantling  
all while knowing 
nothing can be 
created
or 
destroyed 
we did it 
under 
the sea mural 
I liked 
the one with the 
big turtle 
it’ll be a few 
years until I tell 
someone about them
a few more years 
til I start cutting 
plastic rings for them 
both which will 
become me
me who will
listen when 
the internet tells me 
maybe
I’d be an interior 
designer thinking 
I’ve been rearranging 
that’s for sure 
it never looks good 
enough up here 
but some days look 
magic even from 
my un feng shui 
built-in-brain sunnies 
then I saw
you were so 
fucking wild 
oh shit 
this city is it 
you said and 
sent me an email 
about the good stuff 
you pulled out 
a joint 
and we stared 
at the water 
I’d later learn 
this is everything 
looking at water like it matters
it didn’t feel real 
til it felt like shit
the playlist you made 
actually didn’t get it right
though you swore 
it couldn’t
not
but forgot to ask me
how do you make someone feel 
the greater good? 
I’m asking 
for a friend 
a spade by any other name 
would smell like shit 
but don’t get too sad
this happened 
hundreds of times 
before that day
so I know the drill 
delete 
destroy 
disassociate 
it happened to unhappen 
some might reach 
for mythology 
to get through this 
I might 
reach back in 
this must be 
a joke right 
I don’t think 
a single person 
will crack
a smile
the next time
I walk 
I’m wearing 
your shoes 
cause when 
you walk
you never
trip and they’re so 
damn comfortable
in their bones
I’m sure
they too 
want 
to die
and in their mind 
they are
determined to 
we get sweaty 
for the view 
an emergency spitting 
from the next 
and when it comes time 
for the cut 
there is a dog 
inside of a car 
or jumping
the back fence 
or chasing 
something still 
look at me 
getting my feelings 
all over 
my sleeve 
and keep this 
between
you and me 
or closer 
imagine 
we are harmonizing 
on our birthdays 
happy birthday
to you
we are a hundred 
little things
at the dollar general 
try not to feel all 
0 to 100 
paradise doesn’t do 
walking or running
stars do this 
sexy saunter
hot enough 
to be photographed 
for my 
morning coffee
and I am trying 
to feel 
warm 
in a normal way 
a non-emergency 
way like
I’m not scared to 
die 
or live
but
I don’t remember anyone 
ever telling me 
it would be ok 
do you 
honestly think
it is all going 
to be 
alright 
I am asking for a friend 
a spade calling *69
asking is your refrigerator 
running 
or walking
I reach back in 
a second time
Orpheus would have
past the old mustard 
blueberry juice
grab a rubens brew
from the grocery outlet 
jingle 
stuck in my head 
drink my ambrosia 
all life starts at the 
refrigerator 
I know this well
we must keep it cold 
to survive 
a friend 
who was 
initially scared
of me 
apologized and asked 
my pronouns 
then asked 
if I wanted
to come off as cold
I responded by 
finishing my cold
beer and asking her 
to come 
and get another  
with me
lately I’ve been lacking
social skills 
it’s been so damn long
it’s been online shopping
it’s been the moon 
it’s been the news 
I like the way 
they make me feel
insignificant 
which I realize
is a result 
of early childhood 
trauma but 
I’m still here
right so
the cold 
did it’s job
this is a poem 
about my friend 
who wants to be
an astronaut  
they like it here 
but you know 
something bad happened
and it’d be easier 
to leave 
I hope you leave 
with an aching pain
ha just kidding 
I hope you already 
had it and now
it feels better
like my therapist 
I’m trying to 
find something brilliant
to make it better
but
it’s so stupid
how easy it is 
to sound stupid 
how do you 
make someone feel 
intelligent without 
making it 
a whole thing
how do you 
ask to be 
who you are
without making it 
a whole thing
I am asking 
for a friend 
who can’t quite 
sort out being 
a woman 
in a world where 
that just sucks 
cats on the phone
cents on the dollar
bloody bloody sunday
I can't close 
my eyes 
and make it 
go away
I was born 
soft and got 
sanded down 
to be 
still soft 
but 
missing something
they got in 
the crack 
no in the groove 
of it 
any drug that uses 
itself can’t be 
that bad 
any nobody 
saving me 
who didn’t lose first 
is reading this hard
but
a poem is something
to be figured out
so just relax in words
like ocean sounds 
waves crashing 
on big old rocks
birds soaring through
heating sky 
turtles trapped
in plastic shit 
I did it again
hope you got in 
a moment
to my 
earlier point
either you make yourself
or someone will make you first
either you throw the frisbee 
or someone will knock it out of your hands 
either you keep reading this poem 
or I will know you stopped reading and be hurt
either you decide to stop
or keep going
it’s up to you
I have no recommendation 
I still look at the water
as often as possible
for as long as possible
and it’s helping 
sometimes
I think 
high thoughts 
like where 
has this water been 
and this water
is 4 billion 
years old 
then 
a kid’s frisbee 
hits me on 
the head
and I smile
it’s okay 
I wish I had
a frisbee today
my friend 
who almost
died on the clock 
would have 
never told 
their parents 
their name 
fuck said 
the tombstone
both said 
the dirt