Internal Blooming Begs: JoJo Ruby

May 3, 2020, Kate Belew With JoJo Ruby (Portland, Oregon)

There ain't no sunshine when

imploding star, you use the daylight hours to

go away into whatever is over and done 

circular concerns of income---outcome

and here I am, my own spiral 

toeing the edge of a new day, heart in the fetal position

hope shuffling its feet, I'm sorry

I'm not making anything right now, but a fool of myself

and there ain't no place I'd rather 

orbit around than the familiar ache of my 

own want. I mean, I'm not making anything right now but

a tragic scene, dribbling trails of dopamine from the bed to the shower

and honestly, I'm okay with that. But 

this internal blooming begs for more than distant warmth. I want

the sky warmth again, grass, insects even, etc.

My hands are heavy with desire to

make it right. But that's the thing about this, isn't it 

These little pools of hope collecting in my fingertips can only reach.