METAPHYSICALITY ❋ Quinn Flom

on planet earth
we’re eating poetry
water drips off the rocks
becomes bigger water
crashes into rocks

i pretend your words are about me
& they might be

i feel everything in my throat
like it was always meant to be there
like my vocal chords always meant
to make this sound
a small wolf howl

i fill my pockets with garden soil
under strawberry moonlight
i leave a poem behind your ear
my favourite one

i pull my body through the chainlink fence
& i’m still left with a body
on the other side