I see my reflection in the orange juice cup

The porch talk is weighed down by crows
& we look at the sun hoping it looks back.
The eggs are scrambled & the dog
catches the scraps. I’m so sick
of going through the motions.
Same breakfast, same porch talk.
I want to make orange juice by milking
stars. Space should be an ocean
& tidal pools should be filled with
oranges & the crows should sing about
clementines. I want my heart to be more
than an echo of the blackness
between orange juice tides. I’m so sick
of floating through the emptiness & feeling
the weight of the words that will never reach the sun.
It’s the opposite of porch talk & I
am the opposite of drowning. These words
are just the sounds the crows have learned to repeat:
I love you. I love you. I love you I love you I
love you I love you I
love you

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Hazel J. Hall is a writer and poet powered by caffeine and insulin. Right now, she is pursuing an English degree while working on her first novel. More of Hazel's work can be found in Bending Genres, Vocivia Magazine, and CLOVES Literary, with other pieces forthcoming or visible at her site, hazeljhall.com.
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