Words by Jordan White
Feature image by Oliver White
i / despondency
bring me today in a brown paper bag.
lean it up softly beside last night’s bottle;
gently – carefully so you don’t wake me.
come and watch the rain fall slowly with
me while i think myself into oblivion;
quietly – carefully so you don’t break me.
ii / vicissitudes
heaven exists in the afternoon.
a cup of tea on the counter, the
garden untouched. swans birthed
from bills and crinkled back again
on the rosewood table. television
whispering softly enough, rain and
soft moonlight creeping through,
the windows ajar, clouds angelic,
days slow and lazy. i’ve seen the
resting sun, the future and all,
we were youthful; vulnerable.
i was alive, please take me there.
iii / ambiguity
nobody warned me these days were never ending;
so dizzying, lovable nowhere but from a distance.
nobody told me life is this fragile, fleeting, thing;
head swimming, stomach sinking, this free-falling
kind of feeling. this endless echo of ambiguity,
because we’re all thinking, feeling, fragile beings.
This piece was originally published in Edition 35 of Verse. View it in its original PDF form via ISSUU.