Sometimes I wish that I were a jellyfish
Enveloped in the cool, clear blue
I wouldn't be concerned with a smartphone
or politics
or the state of my toast because my toaster is broken
or how I look
Some of my tentacles would be smooth and thin, and some would be
thick and
textured like a feather duster and
twisted into a long, loose spiral that holds its shape
I'll wait until my toes turn to tentacles
and my brain numbs and melts into the gelatin of my body
1 comment:
I liked this poem because it seemed a little comedic yet serious
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