Hi everyone,
Welcome to 365 Days of Poetry & Honesty <3 I hope it's been a good week. Apologies that this is coming to you a day late, this weekend was heavy with life & I was tired. So here I am, on a monday, instead!
Today I’m thinking about desire, about delusion & the pathetic fallacy of hope and I feel like my skin is too tight. I feel numb. & yet it's like I’m sleeping on a bed of a broken glass. & I think objectively life is like a hot-air balloon and finally I can feel the lift, the fire, carrying me up towards the sky, to my sun, but the eyes i’m wearing, i’m fearful and thinking about the fall, about Icarus, how i’m asking for touch and all i can feel is absence. & I’m angry & full of emotions I don't know how to put down, not even with the poetry
Monday
dreaming of the theft. i’m dispossessed & thinking of calling your body home. call my body home. steal my heart
Tuesday
i like the imagery of burials. i like how it sounds to say i want to bury you with my mouth.
Wednesday
still waiting for catastrophe. is it the calm before the storm? even though my heart already feels like a storm. & i have to remember that a name like Phoenix, i’m saying welcome the wreckage, i’ll rise again and build my body anew. don't worry about the evil eye.
Thursday
as if desire is a bandage. what's the wound we’re tending to? that i’m bleeding in battle & no-one will massacre my lonely, could never. & still i break my own heart by dreaming.
Friday
no such thing as proof. i call delusion.
Saturday
we kiss & my skin disappears. you make me forget myself. is that a good thing? is that a real thing?
Sunday
Two poems for Sunday! The first a fragment of a poem by Hanif Abdurraqib & the second a poem by Claude Mckay.
Thank you for reading this week’s newsletter ❤️
With love,
Phoenix