A Painting and A Poem

because that's a lot of what I'm doing now. Art-making, poem-writing, prose-writing, grade-getting, used-book-buying, and youth-living (whatever that means) is how I spend my time these days. I'm trying to get into college and trying to make and maintain beautiful friendships and trying to keep my intellectual curiosities up and trying to bask in my adolescence! and It Is Exhausting.


chicken villanelle. 

I feed my chickens everyday. 
They peck my fingers red. 
They’re not as hungry as they say. 

Tous les jours n’est pas parfait,
Today I walked till my feet bled. 
But I feed my chickens everyday. 

The sky again has turn gray. 
The chickens look ready for bed. 
They’re not as hungry as they say. 

I dreamt of the beach yesterday. 
Blue sky sandwiched on white bread.
Still fed the chickens come end of day. 

And somedays I come home late
And I forget to bring my head
But my three chicks I love I promise today
They’re not as hungry as they say.  

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