pigeonholed & sidereal

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Two poems shared on Substack notes

pigeonholed

I never wanted to be
pigeonholed into a
category ill-fitting for
what and how I write.

I don’t know where I
should be or why, but
I do know I can write
whatever I am
assigned. I always
have been able to
create and build
characters out of
thin air.

Poetry is my salve.
Fiction is sustenance.
Nonfiction is time
delegating a few
memories to those
willing to consume.

I am a bustling soul
linked to ancestors
who told stories
about lifestyles and
enslavement.

I am my great-grandmother’s
twin; I have her eyes,
her lips, her walk,
and her mannerisms;

I’m the walking dead.

sidereal

she is out of this
world–a sidereal
creature crafted by
the best God I’ve
ever known.

a crush I’ve crushed
on, and probably will
until time leaves me
breathless. we hang
on every word that
pours from our lips.

I’ve become
complacent in the
knowing of her
presence–she’s
steadfast in being
here, and the
moment I shift my
presence, she glues
herself to everything
I’m connected to.

I would typically
leave, a ghost with
nothing to lose, but
she has galaxies for
eyes, and I am
forever cursed by
her.

I’m stone, unable to
be chiseled, unable
to break.
and secretly, she
loves it.

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