Honey Cakes

Written by Willow, one of our poetry writers, and edited by Udita, one of our editors!

I bring you honey cakes for breakfast.

your brother leers like a genie in the hallway.

I've missed you,

while counting the rainbow sprinkles on the sidewalk

& I sing the drowsy moon's song

as the traffic light becomes a chameleon

I know secrets about how the dawn

stretches and contorts

to the shape of our love.

these things the conch shells tell me,

picked up dry off the sand from our summer

the telephone static-

sweaty from being pressed to my ear

through the night

is expectant of more carnations,

like a treat

for the roaming night creatures with worn hearts

who truly knows how

the clocks writhe on the walls

as the weathervane twirls on your roof,

I will change forms

with all your strange appetites

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This piece was written by one of our poetry columnists, Willow. Reach them at @oldmanheart, on Instagram!

This piece was edited by one of our editors, Udita. Reach them at @wilde_woolf on Instagram.

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