Day twentyone
Poem for all the regrets. Bury them if you can. They return in other forms.
Day twentytwo
Poem for those moments it felt we were one. There’s no such thing as “too close to the sun.”
Day twentythree
Poem for all the wanderers. Poem for all the strategists. Poem for the blisters.
Day twentyfour
Poem for your favourite mixtape, playlist, collection. How you are captured. All the feelings.
Day twentyfive
Poem for all your beautiful edges. Poem for all your dangerous edges. Poem for all your beautiful edges. Poem for all your dangerous edges.
Day twentysix
Poem for the ones who do all the talking. So many words. So much waiting.
Day twentyseven
Poem for the one whose head is heavy with words, ideas, crowns. Whichever. You are not required to respond to every voice.
Day twentyeight
Poem for tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.
