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when the sun showers, the monkeys must be marrying
(A tale about why the sun and rain still meet, and the reason why the term 'monkey's wedding' still comforts me when someone recognises it overseas. A tale to add to tales, because imagination is a myth and everything you imagine is real)
By Mingling with the Moon 4 years ago in Poets
The comfort of unanswered calls:
You know when you haven’t picked up the phone in a while to answer that video call? And you also haven’t showered in a day and a half, so your hair is definitely unkempt. But then in the morning, you wake up and suddenly, you have energy to call back. You muster up the courage for conversation and pick up the phone. You even set it to video call and then, you see ‘Calling’ on the Whatsapp screen. The relief of not seeing the ‘Ringing’. And so you know they won’t answer, but you still keep looking and then you notice your eyebrows and they’re kind of raggedy and you can almost see the little girl in yourself? The girl that had that same messy but smooth hairline, those soft and unbrushed eyebrows, and you can almost swear your eyes are brighter, like they were when you were 6 years old. I love it when the video call isn’t answered and I get to look back at myself in this way. And then I get to sit with that little girl for a while, and I get to have the conversations I was really avoiding. The calls with my younger self.
By Mingling with the Moon 4 years ago in Poets
I love you but give up on you
I met the cat diving, but not you. I met a dog climbing a rock, but not you. I met snow in the summer, but not you. I met a typhoon in winter, but I didn't meet you. I met pigs learning to make nets, but I didn't meet you. I met all the extraordinary but never met the ordinary you.
By Richard Shurwood4 years ago in Poets
Pathetic
Pathetic. I’m pathetic. I am. You call me a liar, but I didn’t lie. You say I love it, the drama. Maybe. Maybe I like the feeling of having all eyes on me, because it’s the one way to get all eyes on me. I’m fun and give people attention, your words. I’m fun. And everyone wants someone fun. That’s everyone’s words, whether they say them aloud or not. Why would you want someone sad who feels pain and has insecurities. Why would you want someone who talks about these things.
By Andrew Dominguez4 years ago in Poets
