
Typewriter Series #2962 by Tyler Knott Gregson
*My Podcast is on Spotify or iTunes ! Linkthing is in bio*
Claimed, we called it, though I was yours
and you mine long before, from the start,
pieces of the same stardust
separated by explosion, but brought back.
If there is magnetism, it is this.
Did you dream me into existence,
am I stitched from sleeping stories,
filled with some quiet hope you didn’t
dare whisper into the universe?
Perhaps it heard, perhaps it pulled
over gravity and dark,
perhaps if there is magnetism,
it is this.
We leave behind pieces as we go,
torn from ourselves, against the
pull, pieces in places and
in this perforation,
we feel whole.
We are what we choose to keep,
the family born from choice,
we are what we aim for and
we are what we hold on to,
we are some beautiful intention
that is stronger than any
accident of blood.
Where you go,
I will go,
and this is all I know
of joy.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-