Adhesives Vs. Gravity

Used to think with enough 
Glue 
I could fix anything 
Or find someone else to

Didn’t realize how
Final
Some things can be

Like when you brush by too close and
One hip knocks over a shelved stand of
Bright multicolored glass birds that
Shower down and splinter-shatter 
Scattering across the hard floor in
Tiny glass fragments like a 
Spill of fatal Fruity Pebbles

No more delicate winged things 
Once casting light and shimmer
Now pieces 
Swept into a shadowed bin
Dust-bound but still
Stabbing holes in the bag
As a final act of
Protest

---

---

---

Hey, thanks for reading Adhesives Vs. Gravity. I’m really glad you’re here.

Welp, I survived June. And I’m going to try to get back on a more regular posting schedule again. I know the last couple of months I haven’t been the most prolific.

I’ve been going through some rough regular-life shit on top of the soul-grinding, psyche-pummeling grief — horrid generics and unplanned expenses and last-minute day job work projects, oh my.

I can’t promise June will ever be a month where I’m showering your inbox with constant content, but maybe eventually at some point it will get easier. I guess I assume things get at least somewhat more bearable, or I wouldn’t still be here.

Anyway, thank you again for reading. For those of you who keep coming back, thanks for sticking around even though I’m a bit of a morbid little thing. Summer went from being my easy-breezy fun time to loaded with a crap-ton of difficult memories. I’m doing my best. My best just sort of sucks right now.

Sub if you aren’t and want to, heart or comment or share if something in this resonated with you. Hope your summer (or winter if you’re below the equator) is going swimmingly.