Good morning (or good afternoon/evening), wherever you are <3
I came home from a California trip with a little cold (I feel like it’s been so long since I’ve had a cold, I’m feeling dramatic in all these sniffles). So I’m taking a small rest and I hope you’re feeling well. Here’s an untitled love poem that for your day.
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but oh god, the days you wonder
if there really is
anything to think about
but love—blushing eating a sandwich
over the sink, thinking about their hands,
a weighted chest in the morning wondering
if there’s more you could have said;
missing the first blink of a green light,
too caught in the scent of their sheets on your sleeves.
to never be able to say “this is joy / this is pain,”
because you know it’s both.
I have felt sick to my stomach falling in love,
dizzy with bliss; how serious
every locked eye, how monumental
every gentle brush of hands.
I know, there are plenty of endeavors asking
of my attention. a mutter about the jagged
mountain line of the economy,
another lap around the block
before I unlace my running shoes;
a cleared throat behind me at the grocery store.
but if I could unbury all
of what’s been given me, I know I would be
an astronomer of this swooning.
with love,
schuyler (sky-ler)
venmo: schuylerpeck