April 25, 2019

To believe, convinced I was a dragon's scale

Waiting for an earthly treasure– it will not come
To believe, convinced I was a dragon’s scale
Entering the myth of someone’s silver phoenix

Beaded curtain rarity life tied up
Grandma's doctor is always drunk
Grandma, reluctant at the wrong beach
Diagnoses herself with cherries
Sand in toes get caught on a vein
An ancestral scratch
Fingering the rain puddle splashing
This image and this sound of you
‘Til its real death, egg tart death
Baked death insomnia
The pigs and the wishing is loud
The white or red silk cloud

Her sun keeps chasing away
The other shadows she is meeting
Leaving only her shadow
With the sun