OnayGencturk

i am far from where boundaries create me. breathe. i saw you undress during a july storm. where notions of life became irrelevant. here, i believed that the stars were small. here, where it was believed that i was small. breathe. i heard you sing to life itself, under the maple trees. where your music makes me erratic. here, i create for the ones who can not. here, where creating is lavender, and gold. breathe. i tasted your sense of love, harmony kept. where induced memories become unwritten. here, i  survive. here, where i collect the wings of birds, and butterflies. here; with a slow bray of a steady chest. bre

(when i was seven) my math teacher told my mom i was disturbed. i didn't know what exactly that meant but i thought maybe it was because i read too much about russia, and time travel, and fairies, and oxygen, and Poe. maybe because i was best-friends-forever-and-for-always with the blind kid who didn't brush his hair very much. or maybe because i told my gym teacher i had lupus so i didn't have to play floor-hockey. she told me once that maybe i should read some nice books about Henry the rabbit and his journey to the moon (which i knew was physically impossible, for a rabbit to grow lettuce in space, that is). and