i am awash in a sea of pretty pictures
and no one can save me from myself

so i built this tiny boat
from matchsticks and ribbon
with seven layers and five sunsets
and three extra blankets

i don’t collect things anymore
especially dust

and there can’t be two of anything
because i only like odd numbers

but i see everything there is to see
floating in these waves, every color
interspersed with black and white,
all leading to a shore I cannot reach

at least not without stopping
1,457 times to say

how beautiful





A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month.
This post is part of NaPoWriMo. see more here.

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