“Inhalation & Exhalation”

by Winston TL

Outside

hadn’t ever tasted where the wind had traveled

until my heart valued inhalation & exhalation

a human being - not dissimilar from a sprout above dirt

shining under sunbeams,

growing strong with rain,

and might be the treasure of rainbow ends

Inside

do those tiny birds and flying bugs

consistently tap on the windows

because they’re unconsciously driven to,

theyre fascinated by their reflections,

and/or they like the interior design of this place?

heliotropism

(when plants turn towards the sun)

why does that one tree branch

slap the window day AND night

when it always feels dark in here?

Outside (May 2020)

three teenagers hop over fences

on top of defunct railroads,

hundreds of feet above the street

without wearing masks (during a pandemic!)

Smells Like Teen Spirit.

forbidden acts for non-altruistic causes

driven by brain cells that light up

from thrill without foresight

Inside (May 2020)

A Room of One’s Own:

fortunate to have it

for it houses the

dehumanization, abuse, manipulation, deceit,

boundary breaking, disrespect, mistrust,

injustice, marginalization, slights,

indifference and the few more pains

this brokenheart feels and witnessed

and the brain still needs to name

Transition

tonights party is the moon

polished like an extravagant pearl

the size of half a pizza

giving as much solace as it can

until we return.

Until we return.