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21 Emotions For My Catalyst

we kiss and karma/ thunders.

Poetry | Poetry Tuesday, poetry
February 4, 2025

Rendezvousing among gold dust trees,
we kiss and karma
thunders.

Brutal mayhem.
100-year-old conifers buckling and bam—
persimmons hurling down hard.

Thrusted apart.
Faraway as Vietnam, as Singapore,
I can fit countries between us.

The way sunsets swiftly vanish—
you leave me gutted.

21 emotions oscillating
from somber to wistful to torment to baffle
to I am not good enough.

In woods, curled up small as a seed,
I fragment, shatter on dirt,
rise again.

When I am whole, your shadow returns,
silently observing me
from a lone hill.

Mastering self-love,
I’ve been healing an entire forest,
nursing birches, watering ferns,
evolving.

A persimmon rolls to my feet.
You come again, strutting towards me,
all golden, all lion.
I avert my gaze.