Let’s get better and forget about each other
We know we holds us back
We know wee slows the pack
We know us aren’t traveling toogether
We’re not sharing expansion
Claustrophobic bubble mansions
In action glowing
Down shade drawn windows
Everywhere the love flows the touch glows the room grows the vast advanced bestows straightening toes
One foot on the other side of one door
As you look inside and know we aren’t an us and this ain’t no home.
Sorry I don’t own a welcome mat
Pop up shop friends can’t find me on their door to door map
I don’t stop for pop up shop talks
Show goods take dimes
Relocate in no time
Reset the stand
Of having what you need over their lap
Just ask say 12 signs
You choose a glass allow yourself around
Around you’re led
Light goes red
Pop up astounds with its
Intriguing words for validity of assumed vanity
Once purchased from a pop up shop they’ll just pop up even when you say stop.
Because I hold no exit
No one dares the entering
Rabbit hole covered by man
Fearful of discovering
Traditional ways in a modern world
Modern life honoring first breaths
Leap over flowerbeds
Shadows cause a bloom’s death
So of course I keep my roots planted at the center of our sun’s depth.
Where you keep your head?
Linens crisp, carpet clean, counters spotless
Please no smoking
Ashes harden into plaques for what’s no longer standing
Yeah a doorway is before you
But only to the truth
Is it welcoming.
Walk on by Voids and thank you for not coming.
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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