splitity lick

gold white brown chestnut blue green orange black red blood rainbow coral grey violet starry milky. wanting so badly to write poems (hola) instead left to write essays on irrationality on nothingness on lossgriefabandonment in childhood on joyce gods little poets. thinking of my sisters and how much love so far away from them both all else disappears and we are a strange trio of stars all lit up and jangled like soul circles snapped together. saw a photo of mum standing with dad and the past closes in like a bouncing tickling tiny glass box like rolling die their faces imprinted on all side like stamps.