If there really was some somehow all-knowing all-good everywhere-at-once-god
Who down to every last atom gave existence its electric touch and
Designed everything so dutifully with purpose and love
From amorphous ice to the
Freeze pops that cut up my tongue
Molecular maps
With my mixed material wooly oversized sweater
Green sunsets as lovefilled as
My Limeberry lipgloss
Rivers under rivers intentionally reminiscent of the
Loose change found under the floral duvet couch on Garbage Day
Flowers that grow after fires
Like skin that almost always heals over into new scar-scribbled patterns
Blue volcanos for
Colorless tears
Bleeding stones along-not-just-with
My paper clip piercings
Bioluminescent shores the same as
Glow in the dark sticky stars
Light pillars not against but made again as
The darkness in the bedroom that protects you
The harmful heartbeat of the hummingbird
In conversation with a body that won’t let you continue without rest
Lenticular clouds linked with the
Furrowing of brows
Moonbows meaning as much as
Arm chest stomach hair
Dizzying fractal patterns able to be found in
Tangled tie-dye tattoos
And mental disability disorder illness neurodivergence of course
Then to reject what exists outside of human-built binaries
Must be nothing but the denial of the divine
The highest blasphemy
Against those you’re meant to build heaven with
Do you think She would’ve loved this?
Even Its love must be earned.
Aren’t you guys the one
Insisting everything has a price?
But you actually just don’t want to be the ones paying
Even if it costs you
It all
Even if it gets you not an afterlife
But an
‘The End.’
A native Rhode Islander, while residing in a southern state, writes folk punk country style stuff about how they feel trapped within the whole country and life itself using an acoustic guitar lit alight by fireflies and cell phone glows. As both a human becoming increasingly defined by work, isolation, and overly emotional detachment and as a bird longing to fly with the others while being left wingless, Wren Spardello tries to learn how to navigate a body and a society alike that is constantly fighting them to try come up with a way that they can reach the sky again. Wanna fly too?
"Bioluminescence" by Aetas Serenus is licensed under CC BY-NC 2.0.
