Naked Poetry

Day 6 of isolation

Day 5 of isolation

Day 4 of isolation

Day 3 of isolation

Day 2 of isolation

Part of a series I’m doing based on pieces I’ve written each day of quarantine so far. I hope you’ll be able to find some peace in them—or even some questions you haven’t asked yourself yet that you’ve been meaning to. Thank you for listening and don’t forget to leave a voice message I’d love to hear your thoughts and I’ll get right back to you. Love.

Exclamation points are younger than we think. Look! Watch, watch! I will prove it. They are younger than your rook your switch with white knights or your four noblest truths. Exclamation points are younger than youth--that’s the matter with you. Have you given yourself a hug today. A needle tease of oxytocin. Eye line full of confidence and brute grit and grace. Have you saved your face? Told it thank you and begged it to stay around. Have you taken it for a spin around town or something similar. Your face is younger than an exclamation point and even younger than you think.Have you ever thought to think? Yes, you would’ve had to in order to learn how to read. Now you’re a professional aura namer and you everyone knows it.Everybody knows how you glow you e been the speak of our week for months. You’ve been the Youngblood on earth for ionsYou know nothing as well as you know your own atoms and you know it matters how much you love these matters and you know it matters how much you love your matter and you know how much it matters to know how much you matter and you matter and you matter

My signature resembles silence/ my hands victims of your hands/ leaving me alone/ We were half ideal like leaving fire and water in a room to watch them talk it out/ talk, talk, talk, talk it out

A beautiful story that moved me when I heard it. I had to share it.