THE EARTH LAUGHS IN FLOWERS
Tara. 25. Canadian from the wild, wild West (Coast). Loves: making lists, log cabins, breakfast, road trips, big cities, lakes, blanket forts, photography, summer evenings, Banksy, champagne cocktails, tulips, orchids, bicycle rides, seaside towns, World Cup, travelling, Frank O'Hara poems, floral dresses, cable-knit sweaters, bright fall mornings, romcoms, sailboats, concerts, architecture/interior design, fog, reading.
When I think
of all the mountains and monuments
and skyscapes I haven’t seen, all the trains
I should take, all the camels and mopeds
and ferries I should ride, all the scorching
hikes I should nearly die on, I press
my body down, down into the vast green
couch. If I step out the door, the infinity
of what I’ve missed will zorro me across
the face with a big L for Lazy.
[…]
But I’m so tired of the small steps—
the pentatonic scale, the frequent flyer
hoarding, the one exquisite sentence
in a forest of exquisite sentences.
There is a globe welling up inside of me.
Mountain ranges ridging my skin,
oceans filling my mouth. If I stay still
long enough, I could become my own world.
— Catherine Pierce, excerpt from “Because I’ll Never Swim in Every Ocean”
