The Poem I Just Wrote

A micro-poem inspired by Joy Harjo

Photo by Quinton Coetzee on Unsplash

The poem I just wrote is not real.
And neither are the post-it notes
stuck all over my heart
by men who wanted me to orbit them.
And neither are the gargoyles
on my chest, debating about who
presses down better.
And neither is the black hole
inside my mind sucking madness
in the name of stability.
And neither is this aftertaste of longing.