I am not cool. Most people get
that when they meet me. I’m a
mix of purple hair and perpetual
cardigans. I’m not that complicated.
A few years ago, I noticed the
sunbeams through the office.
No matter what happened in
the day, I could stand in the light.
Last year, I could feel the world
collapsing. I felt everyone I know
begin the slow process of moving
away. Like tectonic plates on the surface.
I’m not afraid to stand in the sunlight.
It forms a spotlight, you know.
Life’s better when you’re seen,
and people know your names.
The day my brother left for college,
I couldn’t stop squinting in the photos.
I just wanted to go inside and get
away from the goodbyes and UV rays.
One summer, I went to the mountains.
All art, all freedom. Sure, there
were bears, but I learned about
rhythm, and loneliness, and tears.
I lied about the sunlight-I live
in a shadow-world, caught
between the everyday and the
infinite. I disappear in sunlight.
When I was a child, I believed
I was a tree. Roots towards
my family and the earth.
Branches aching towards the sky.