Barefoot
I could walk barefoot on the moon.
I could breathe easily,
In space,
On earth too.
I let my shoes disintegrate.
Holes all over my mind.
Relaxing in a lawn chair.
But the lawn is gone.
I could stand barefoot in my house.
I can’t stand it though.
I can’t, can’t stand it.
The person in the lawn chair.
I forgot it was me.
Touching a window.
As if it was glass.
It’s more than that.
It’s me.
I could walk barefoot on the beach.
And find seashells.
Falling from my hands.
More and more precious gems.
Falling from my hands.
I could do that.
Or lie on a beach chair.
Dying.
No beach to be found.
It’s just me in a crater on the moon.
I used to be able to breathe.
Don’t question those things.
It’s me.
I could hear static on the tv.
I could be a burden on everyone.
I could have made breakfast a little earlier.
I could have gotten that new toaster so I could have toast.
There is nothing better than,
Ice cream that melts then freezes and melts.
I wonder if outer space is cold.
Or maybe it’s me.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2025
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