There Will Be Times

there will be times where
your eyes soften, a burnt crimson 
your teeth will speak a broken prose, 
 your sentences will need rehabilitating.

there will be times where you will have to remember that words 
fall quicker from mouths 
then tears do from eyelashes.

there will be times where
where your footprints will feel like teardrops, 
when your limbs feels like phantoms, 
those split seconds where you  
are fading
like ghost dust.

there will be that 3:00am where your half asleep
brain asks ”is there anything worthwhile in this world?’’

and it will reply back to you, ”yes, because there are other times, too.”

#BEDJ11 Shake The Sun From Your Skin

I
always remember
 for some reason
 my neck was burning up.

I
accused the sun
of being trouble
when really

I thought I was just
too cool of suncream.

I
yawned
while holding out for
your little palm
to block my eyes.