/Things I didn't know I loved/ I grin, with my teeth exposed instead of gritting them. I sparkle in laughter, with the sunrays lending honey to the empty space that has dust dancing inside it, like my laughter holds it in place with puppet-strings. (Caption) Based on a prompt by Airplane Poetry Movement. Things I didn’t know I loved. The bedsheet sprawls itself in lazy agonies, my sighs in every crease, my feet pulling it towards my fingers where I can bunch it inside my fist, so I don’t have the urge to press down on it hard with my teeth. To smear my screams across the stray threads that run in unruly braids, to lend a rough caress to each dredged patch that needs a little love - a little sew here, and a little sew there.
