Fossils
by Kat Thanopoulos

I cried at the fossils yesterday
Because i wished i could see their cells
Multiply before my eyes

We cannot pretend profound beauty in our neighbor does not exist

I am in a constant state of pleading

Statements written in tedium and passionately thrown all over the page

Everything is a fiction of the consciousness

Plain shirt and pants so they can focus on my personality hopefully

Disorganization and the long train ride to the community gathering

Each one of you a ripe dripping fruit i fiend over until fall arrives

I never knew what poetry meant until i forgot myself

I can’t help but hope to be the object of a mutual worship

The eggs on my toast greatly satisfied my despairity

Kat Thanopoulos writes poetry and fiction. She is the founder of WREATH Literary Collective. Kat lives in Chicago.