by lee 이 therese
I live in tea tins,
jars of money meant for saving,
fairy lights,
art & photo plastered walls,
scratched cd cases,
& half-read books
This is my eclectic safe-haven
When I was younger, I wanted to live like Arrietty
tiny, petite, bright-eyed, & surrounded by plants
I wanted things that make me happy
I wanted to wish away sadness like I wished away nightmares
Though, neither seemed to work very well
I assumed persistence was key
I have found it is often not
I like mugs for tea & coffee
& holding warm things in my palms,
pressing them against my sternum
heating my heart as I sit in bed
I imagined I could’ve been in Gilmore Girls
or the lyrics to Calendar Girl by Stars
Maybe we are all lyrics to different songs
My mother reminds me of the lyrics to Landslide by Fleetwood Mac
and Superwoman by Rebecca Ferguson
She makes me feel brave
but also small at times
I sometimes wonder if I am what my parents wanted
I wonder what poem I would be
Certainly not a love poem
&, though possibly accurate, I don’t want to be a tragic poem
If there is a poem about shadows dancing their way to light
let me know
I have always been going towards the sunrise
I like jasmine tea second best
I won’t mention my first best because it is less important
Jasmine tea makes me feel nostalgic
It reminds me of restaurants my dad would take me to
& peaceful afternoons
It reminds me of things that are quiet
My room is often quiet
Sure, there is the soft lull of a song
or the dialogue of a movie
but loud noises make me anxious
The cacophony of too many things
at too high a volume is too harsh for me
I am scared of yelling
so softness it is
