i’ve been thinking of how to make a poem which isn’t a poem
which is to say since everything can and should be poetry
everything should and can be treated as such
i wake up in the morning and my sheets are crumpled over
in a balled hedgehog curl bound on the end of the mattress
that can be a metaphor for depression or the humdrum
nature of everyday life
life of course being a transitory period
a liminal space
so I go to brush my teeth
and my mouth is full of poems
I look in the mirror and all I see are poems
poems in every speck of mildew splattered over the wall
when i clean the bathroom I scrub the walls clean of poems
poems are the next big plague
poems in the mold and poems in the suds
it’s been a while since you left me
for some bigger dream in that great nightmare world known as america
the above sentence is a bit of a lie
since you were never with me
and I merely had a crush on you
I let spiral out of control
because all love does that, you know
and having passed that I know I am a better person now
but I avoid making eye contact with anybody
because I don’t want to go through that again
walking and queuing in immigration to get on a plane leading to somewhere I don’t know
that too is poetry
poetry in the ticket
in the back pocket of the cheap economy seat on the dirty ryanair plane you’re sitting on as you wistfully look out the window to stare at the clouds and think of masturbation
or anything else that could get you kicked out of the plane
I’m about to reach the quarter of a century for my imagined future life
when every day is an egg waiting to spill itself
i am falling in love again and I don’t know what to do
I am falling in love again but I think this time it will not stay
it will not bend
it will not stop
it will not wait.

Freewriting Explanation: Every day, Valen shall use 5 minutes to write completely unprompted and uninterrupted, letting the words lead the way. There is no end purpose to each piece, but rather, the pieces are allowed to develop naturally in their own way. The pieces are then uploaded without edits.

This one’s a bit inspired by Hera Lindsay Bird. Could you tell?