rainwater isnt safe to drink anywhere anymore
on my 3rd of 5 flights this week, the guilt weighs heavily on me
the guilt holds onto the wing of the plane perched and watching the heat and black smoke ripple propelling the heavy machinery into heaven
the guilt turns to me and smiles a rotten mouthed grin
My first boyfriend, who i promised id watch the end of the world with his hand in mine - is writing poetry about me, almost a decade later.
I think everyone feels it. I know everyone feels it.
i think about the posion rain being drunk down by the soil, like drinking salt water on a lifeboat
i think about the soil giving rise to sick trees, like the children of addicts wanting meth instead of breast milk
i think about the sick trees bearing poision fruit,
i think about poision fruit
and shriveled seeds
and soil turning to sand
