I’m setting my foundation below the surface
Beneath the bulbs
Mingled with tree roots
Over 100 years old
I sit alone and pick and pick
I ride the drunkin boat
And flow in all directions
I wrap myself in gauze
And slip into the silence
I am here
I’m alive
And my home is rising
-Saschia
The days are spinning over head
I get lost
And high on the things he said
But here I am at 2am
Without him snuggled up
in my bed
-Saschia
The scent of dead leaves
And a wind that stings me to the bone
Oh, to be lost
And found in the arms of poetry that makes an artist out of me
-Saschia
She wasn’t ugly
Not by far
Actually, she had a pretty face
A face you’d see in the mall
Maybe the girl across from you
buying panties and a bra
You know
the one you smile at and politely
say excuse me to
She looks like she could be
your favorite cashier
Or someone who got straight A’s
in highschool
She and I
We both felt that powerless sting
We both sat and wondered
What it is we did
to be left
Was it the sex
Was it something we said
Both forgotten
After so much effort
And of course
We should have known
I mean, we knew
We knew he wouldn’t stick around
And someday another woman
would come
Maybe the new girl will have
the same basic name as hers
Because it’s highly unlikely
to be the same as mine
in spelling at the least
But still
the powerlessness
It feels like bondage
And no
she and I
we do not compare
Maybe in another world
In another place
In another time
My face is no basic face
And my body meticulously sculpted
by babies
Some dead some alive
And so while we are connected
she and I
By the same
Powerlessness a man has brought to us
We are not one in the same
And I hope and pray
That I never make the same mistake
She did
Of falling for a married man
And acting on it
-Saschia
Nothing picks me up
The way caffeine does
I should say more
But what else can I say
When the energy is low
When I don’t have much to say
Caffeine saves the day
Yaay
-Sasch
I was tired today
It was a lot of
Just showing up today
A
Just get this done for Tomorrow
type of day
-Saschia
The weight of the world
Rests under the tips of my toes
It meets each step
As if it knows
Just where I need to go
-Sasch
My home leaned for so long
It leaned on the strongest tree
The closest tree
It just leaned
As if it was built that way
But a strange wind blew
The kind that’d kill a witch
And it stood my house straight
Now my house doesn’t lean
As if it were made that way
It stands straight
You know,
The way a house should
-Saschia
Ah, the opositonal pulls
The maneuvers
The crawls beneath the floorboards
fingertips that brush the sky
No matter how many times
They still keep coming
I twirl
I sway
I sleep
I play
I try my best to extend my web
In so many ways
And here on this winding road I’ll stay
I’ll stay
-Saschia
I found the one I wanted
We had a couple fucks
I might have fucked up in my choices
But here I am
Still writing poetry
And peeing on toilet seats
(Don’t worry I cleaned it up)
-Saschia
