"Chase The Thought" by Leelah Holmes

May 23
1 min read

Tangled knees dizzy me

past the dunes, sharp grasses whistle

cuts into my sand-blasted calves.

I’m burning skin for paper things out here,

flicking sand after copper shavings.

Monarchs open & close their wings—

their paths penned cursive, swift

in salt wind, slow in still, over blood-brain tide.

Butterflies at sea catch current & soar.

What to do but toss my sandals

and swim alongside south?

They write the whole way there,

in letters languid & scrawled,

home, home, home

Leelah Holmes (he/they) lives and writes in Brooklyn. His poems have been published in new words {press}, Hoxie Gorge, Birdcoat Quarterly, Touchstone, and elsewhere. Cute things make him cry.

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