Plants dance

The upstairs neighbors upset me from time to time, with loud bangs and scraping. But I’m on the top floor. Sound carries in weird ways which are annoying all the same.

Four young plants moved into the apartment a few weeks ago. One’s called Monstera Deliciosa and I can’t wait for it to sprout holes in its leaves. I check as often as possible, hoping to catch a leaf breaking the moment it happens.

Another plant lifts up in the morning with the sun, then shrugs when the light goes behind the buildings. Weird. Plants dance.

It must’ve been about the book the last time I wrote here. I gave up on poetry at some point last year, or gave up trying to make other people read it. Or gave up on making money. I’m trying to give up on every aspect except making them. See how much I’ve changed? I’m easy-going as a houseplant.

YOU vs. ME part 4: BEHIND

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“Behind” is the final chapter of the four-part poetry series, You vs. Me. It’s angsty. It’s full of rage and bitterness. It’s the true spirit of You vs. Me.

Other titles in this series:
Part 1: Honestly
Part 2: You’re Better Off
Part 3: Leaving Everything

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Thank you for reading,
Eva

YOU vs. ME part 2: YOU’RE BETTER OFF

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“You’re Better Off” is the second chapter of the four-part poetry series, You vs. Me. This chapter was originally going to be a stand alone chapbook called “Almost Love Poems” but I decided it needed to be part of a larger story.

Other titles in this series:
Part 1: Honestly
Part 3: Leaving Everything
Part 4: Behind

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Thank you so much for reading!
Eva

Zelda poem #Lynel

#lynel
gung ho – hung tho


i missed the lilacs bloom this year
their sweetness and purple color.  
Dumbass Me. Can’t believe it.  
hooked into a jack ass with
ass for days
(centaur)
nothing near as sweet as spring
so i passed the lilacs a dozen times i bet
one night i go outside just me
i drop everything i can let go  
in the grass
no phone keys wallet
it’s just me out there with restless crickets
so i missed the flowers and became a kid  
hosed out my stamina wheel  
left the block breathless

i sat in a cemetery before work
on a bench by the service berries  
white petal perfume
pure and delicate.
Birds chatting.