Lanternmouth Verses

My name is Zine. I write poetry. She/Her

[lanternmouth-verses]

To the Goddess of Anticipatory Nostalgia, Thank you

A poem by Zine

For the moments too short to write poems about, much like the rooms, much too small, that we make fit us. For the naps taken in places they shouldn’t (like broken couches and garage roofs.) For the raucous voices of this found family, shared on too many, too late nights.

Lastly for the deep fondness nestled between my ribs. Though I wish the longing for moments I find myself in now would be saved for a future version of myself. For when I dredge up these memories, far in the future, that they may shine with golden sunlight and afternoon heat, like honey, enough to get sick on.

[lanternmouth-verses]

where it is quiet and safe.

a poem by Zine

somewhere there’s a grave for me in it lies a girl fresh faced at sixteen she was so tired so i buried her

in it lies a girl wrapped in fine things i bring her sweet treats memories and pictures of new friends and lovers she grins still remembering a time we didn’t fear those we called friends

fresh faced at sixteen but she only cares about old friends names i barely remember she asks why they don’t visit and i laugh she doesn’t have to worry

she was so tired but here swallowed by the forest shade she exists in a moment where we didn’t have to bury people we love