New love poetry by Wellington writer Hera Lindsay Bird.
I want to get high my whole life with you
i feel it in my leather hotpant pockets
i feel it in my anime wind blowing through an alpine tennis resort overcome with wildflowers
i feel it in my ironic valley girl hairflip
I feel it in my admittedly limited knowledge of the Roman mythologies
i feel it in my biopic about a corrupt alcoholic educational resource salesman advertising increasingly less and less educational resources
i want to get high my whole life with you
i feel it in my anime wind blowing through an alpine tennis resort overcome with wildflowers AGAIN, and the poem isn’t even halfway over yet
so what if my blood is the wind
so what if I love you so much I am becoming stupid
my heart melting like red candles on Satan’s birthday cake
I want to get high with you at an industrial carpet outlet store
i want to get high with you at the top of the Grand Canyon and pretend like you are going to push me into and scream and pretend to try not to get pushed in even though i know you pushing me in is the last thing you want because if you did that I’d die and you don’t want me to die
I love you so much I tell you about it
I love you so much I have already picked out my grave and written your name on it
when you laugh in the dark
it fills up the corners of the room with a thousand upside-down cartoon bats
how dare you be the kind of person I would immediately fall completely in love with and be devastated if you left
how dare you come and do that
your eyes
like two black cats
licking their assholes
in the hot morning sun of my face
O this feeling has drenched my bones
and turned my skeleton pink
with you i feel my mind changing
with you i feel my blood changing
i want to get really good at woodwork…………
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I want to get really good at woodwork
and go into the forest
and cut up some logs
and make you a beautiful house to live in
Hera Lindsay Bird, 2018
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