I’m not entirely sure yet as I was only introduced to him yesterday. He has this intangible contrast between the simplicity of the poem and a curious message, so I’m interested to read more. and your thoughts on him?

my special manfriend getting attacked by bugs

there was never 

an identity

burning beneath my ribs

no song or coloured fabrics

enchanted me

into a quietly understood boundary

it was the North

that i plunged into

the hopeless grandeur

of carving paths

through granite

enveloping ourselves in birch

as our lips grazed

firewater

i was taught 

to never roll deadwood

lest it maim a salamander

that roots 

could sink deep,

even in quartzite. 

sadness isn’t something we do alone, anymore. it’s what we work through together, late at night, in the middle of the forest. 

my grandpa’s sense of humour

three sloths on a speedboat

a good last memory of trent

a midnight conversation of honest waves, sobering words, and the utmost love and longing.

one night my fingers were too frozen from our walks around the region and without even my asking, he bent down to untie my intricate shoelaces. it was that moment where i saw all the good in the world come back to life, where i knew he was someone to never let go of.