Day 31: All the Things

I wrote this poem last year and published it in a short book of writings from my UM cohort. To celebrate one month of writing every day, I wanted to share it with all of you, dear readers. You're the best.

ALL THE THINGS:

A Poem of a List of Some Things that We Always Occasionally Think About Every Once in a While

The inside of walls

Identical snowflakes

Where the mouse went

That one time when the big bright light flashed in the sky and then disappeared

What doctors do between patients

The actual population of ants

That person in the mirror

The audacity of fences

Between couch cushions

How so much heat leaves my butt

The history of rabbits

The moods of rocks

Books that I’ve never read as trophies

Dirt in the corner of my big toe even though I’ve worn socks all day

Those proud poops

Photos, computer chips, and denim jeans

Trees are probably Earth’s hair

If World War II never happened, would Mario still be a plumber?

What cows must think of us

That thing that I forgot that I’ll never remember to remember to forget again

Corn

The active boredom of humanity

All the love that swells in your heart without anyone there to catch it

Pretending to not know what a leaf is

Who the hell cut a potato that thin?

The self-esteem of desert lizards

The inside of rain clouds

The good intentions of mosquitoes

i after e

The thought of murder from your fingertips

The generosity of dirt

The animals under our feet

Wishing you never loved so much

That thing you said you were going to do, but you never did it, and now you’ve forgotten, but that one person thinks about it every time they see you

Giving the reader a break

Tea time on Mars

The falsehoods of gravity

What we thought about before labels

The irony that the one person you can never truly look at is yourself

The colors we can’t see

What we sound like to birds

How do my shoes feel about all of this?

That feeling when you stare long enough and all the colors of things blend together like an oil painting, and you feel like you are completely connected to everything around you and throughout the world, but fear your mind melting and your heart bursting because you don't want to leave behind everything you love

Tomorrow’s yesterday

Where branches decide to grow

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