suggested donation/ heather christie

In the morning I drink
coffee until I can see
a way to love life
again. It's okay, there's
no difference between
flying and thinking
you're flying until
you land. Somehow
I own like six nail clippers
and I honestly can't
remember ever buying
even one. My sister
came to visit and
saw them in a small
wooden bowl. I
heard her laughing in
the bathroom. I hope
she never dies. There's
no harm in hoping
until you land.
The deer are awake.
Is one pregnant?
If they kept diaries
the first entry would
read: Was born
Was licked
Tried walking
Then they'd walk
away and no second
entry would ever exist.
I run the deer's
archive. It's very
light work. Visitors
must surrender
their belongings.
Surrender to me
your beautiful shirt.

: heather christie, ‘suggested donation’; via poetryisnotaluxury