A FOUND POEM ABOUT EVERYTHING 





My grandma was
being really, really annoying.

She said where
are you going.

She said why don’t you
eat before you go.

Let me fix you something.

Or are you
too in love to eat.


A SINKING





Always walking to the river
when feeling overgrown.

            Every reflection is a gathering
            of water.

Moving further
out. Off. Always
an island. At the ocean
you can also see
ships and sky.

            But I get blinder
            faster.

            When are you too old
             to skip.

Throw the rocks in,
one for each hard hurt.