Photo by Kleigh Balugo
I
my hummingbird heart
rests on my sleeve
before zipping off again
foolish or brave
fluttering madly either way
II
what is the point of life
if not to tell someone you love them
every day with every breath
until you are dead in the ground
what is there to do but love
III
you tell me to get some sleep
i lie and say that i will
but instead i make a green tea
with cinnamon, cloves, and three drops of lemon
IV
a word doesn’t mean more if you whisper it
or hold it trapped between clenched lips
like any muscle, the heart needs movement
it needs to stretch, to be pulled
a heart locked up will wither
never having known it’s only purpose
so don’t whisper love
scream it to make it real
Kindergarten 