Talia Rodriguez (she/her); Garrett Park, MD—
today i am in a new place
tomorrow i will be home
and the next day i will be off again
papa says its normal
mommy says she won’t cry
apocalypse descending
maybe i like the chaos
i dream of big windows, airy
a view of the greenery, students scattering
doesn’t seem like the apocalypse?
does it?
today i am on top of a hill
tomorrow in the swamp
the next day in the middle
today i dance
tomorrow i’ll sing
the next day i’ll perform
here, today, this feels like a dream
another realm of being
what’s hard about living is always looking to the next
today i am satisfied
a hard day of work-
lugging crystals from the catacombs
a nice dinner pasta
(maybe a little too watery)
and a beautiful sunset
is there such a thing as coping?
can i even miss something that’s as deeply me as myself?
i am off to live.
to leave the cocoon.
i’ll bring myself and everything i know with me.
i will cry.
but i will laugh, too
fuck it’s scary
but that’s why i am doing it.
right?
