Obscure
from Heart-Shaped Hands.
When the internet was new,
and we managed to be perfectly young
Live Chatting was the ultimate combination
of connection, anxiety, and obscurity.
There are no excuses
or reasonable explanations
for the strange allegorical lengths
hormonal teens went through,
flirting on MSN.
Why not equate ourselves to food?
Lets characterize ourselves,
with pain-staking thought
to a food we rarely even think about.
You can be soup.
Hearty, warm,
eager to fill my
hungry hollow vessel.
I’ll be a freshly baked cookie.
Hard on the outside,
chewy on the inside,
irresistibly mouthwatering;
Sweet and ready to fill your teeth with holes.
These elements weren’t meant to go together,
but some idiot would insist
chocolate chips in chicken noodle
tasted just fine
And they’d eat it diligently every day.
You can find more memoir/prose by Slaidey Valheim here on the Bits & Bones publication.
Everything under the tag “Heart-Shaped Hands” are excepts from the same titled e-book, available on Amazon.
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Thank you for reading!
