Putting all my words here for safekeeping. My name is Tara. Non-binary, anarchist, life-giver, learning how to be a person.
Sheets of paper Like once adored petals Blanket the ground
Plastic dino Pressed against a soft cheek Protecting dreams
To look cool A gift to my future self To stitch my body to my soul To remind me that real things are better than perfect things So my people will always be able to find me in the dark times Proof that I am a real person a place to hold my soul Just art
Soft mochi cheeks Pressed with silly kisses Gift sounds of joy
All I want is to write words that break your heart and stitch it back together again Just like mine
I wish the dogwood would hang its blossoms down for me like the showy clusters of the cherry trees But its slow unfurling petals only turn to face the sun
Sick child sleeping on the couch I don’t need to be sitting next to him but I am