The Underground Garden: Cherries Not Pits


 

You know love turns to hate when the love was fake or the fake was made or the loved was betrayed.

It’s okay to hate a waste.

Working 6 hours in a kitchen, all sprawled out, sweet scents embrace the House, time taken invested, giving all ingredients only to drop the finished plate and see your concentrated adoration all over the place.

Isn’t that something you hate?

I see love into hate the same way except the hate is distaste.

Like waiting in line for 2 hours and finally boarding the ride to realize afterward you could have done better with that time. Look back at the ride and just roll your eyes. That’s how my love dies.

One big annoyed sigh.

Take that breath and face another direction

Waste compost into the absolute most the fertility of experience and beforesight makes the second take so right

Endings begin on time

Life is an infinite divide

You up you down you linear you round

Just don’t move in reverse

Just don’t be your own curse

Just know staying is worse

You gonna choke on what’s burning in the oven because you’re making it full loving and the temperature won’t stop burning your art?

Same on the heart

If you give and give and see you’re near nowhere to live

Open a window and bounce

Take back your inch, mile and ounce

Dry throat
Honey coat
The words that your heart will speak for you

Onto You

Sometimes when love dies doves don’t cry
They sigh
All breath held
Ecstatic your plate fell

Shit was poisoned

By your own disillusion
Serving knives at the round table
Spin the bottle feeling unstable

Until it stops

Disillusion drop

Your love tastes great on the right buds
Your love is received by the right touch

Apron off
Masks gone

You know love becomes love
When the dishes are done
And your chosen guest desserts you.

 

Liza Zayas is a lover of writing and dancing and celebrates both as a singer and songwriter performing as Luna del Flor. You can hear her collaborative sounds and experience life through her storytelling. She invites you to dance. Her poetry seeks to initiate dialogue by intentionally expressing consequences of love, lust, ego and self-respect.

 

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