Sophie Lynne Creations

I knew a man that made me waver

I clung onto his back so hard

the skin on my head sweat

until he put me down

and I was reminded of the way

a flower grows up from a crack in the road

a trampled stem–

fertilized with rubber and loved accidentally

just enough to blossom

I may stand with my nose an inch from the window screen and

only see the droplets if I look at the concrete

I may stand with my nose pressed against the tip of his

and only see the tire marks if I am flattened

we were the sun and the stars together

tethered by our sameness

shutters on a roof that pretended

they didn’t need to lean on each other

I wonder when the moon will come

or when we’ll peel away

when things become how things should be

and we’ll flow downstream