I’ve stuffed myself full of tacos
And queso
And guacamole with chips
Now I feel like a potato
And my creativity got
Stiffed
But the tacos were so good
And look I still wrote a poem
-Saschia
A place where you can be human.
I’ve stuffed myself full of tacos
And queso
And guacamole with chips
Now I feel like a potato
And my creativity got
Stiffed
But the tacos were so good
And look I still wrote a poem
-Saschia
She asks for symbols
while I doodle
stars and hearts in blue ink
across the top of a blank page
Maybe I don’t get it, Professor
Maybe I never will
I’m on to circles and squares
Images of old Egyptian
pillars appear
containing hieroglyphs
with no meaning
Evoke the imagination
She voices
before putting her head
back down
Semi circles and unfinished squares
dotted like a Morse code
have been placed
with no meaning
Dotted with intent
but no definition
What is this place where
I feel the depth
of each
meaningless symbol?
-Saschia
Guide me to a place of strategy.
Draw me a map in color with a key
Send me blueprints of the vessel I should build
I will build and explore
and search for what becomes of it all
-Saschia
I didn’t think much today
Just cleaned with a lotta bleach
Maybe I inhaled too much
Maybe it cleansed my thoughts
right outta me
At least the bathrooms clean
Just wish I had more to write.
-Saschia
Funny how things work out
How people show up
And make you proud of who you are
Or make you feel less than who you are
both people come and go
They make impacts
They go on with their lives
With their red Rose’s or their brass scales
And think briefly of you now and then
or maybe more
who knows…
-Saschia
I have no side to take
Ambivalence is all I’ve ever known
Conflicted to the core
She dances while I sleep
And hiccups while I binge watch Netflix
She’s a part of me
One with me
Her sister is my closest friend and family.
She lights up my life with her smile
and makes me feel at home with her presence
Two baby girls to hug and love
to sing and dance with on the kitchen floor
I’m so proud
I’m so proud
-Saschia
My work is useless without curiosity
It’s my current the wind in my sails
Without it
my words are purely entertainment
and lack depth
So I read and explore and question life…
-Saschia
The moon crosses the sky
Have I forgot something
Is the laundry done
The spirits circle my car
Echoes of
tummy growls
Did I eat
Take my hand love me raw
Wrap your arms around my vibrations
Do I have to ask
-Saschia
I give pieces of me
Raw and unfiltered
I give every night my last thoughts
My dreams nightmares and wishes
And I worry that I’ll be misunderstood
-Saschia