i will shoot…

i will shoot

ice cream and cakes
for pen to paper
myanmar protest poems
hollowed-out poet
your words are now ours

 

 

to a poet having lost faith…

you have forgotten
the first rule
love thyself
as you would another
without that
love becomes
a person
or
object
to be held
and
possessed
not fulfillment
of self
or
even love
of the other
look not
to the horizon
but in the mirror
for what you
seek to understand
that which love
is
and
can be
is
there