toy story
once you learn your playthings are people
you start to understand them.
you’ll wonder how that bionicle you couldn’t wait for feels
now that you haven’t seen it in a decade.
you’ll find yourself in the socks at the back of the drawer,
you’ll feel for the tupperwares and bowls
that stay at the bottom of the stack
looking up while the ones at the top get picked
over and over
who are you to leave them alone like this?
who are you to act like you never knew them?
you know the golden rule.
you know you would shrivel if you were the last apple left,
picked up and turned over and prodded, each suitor
finding each bruise and soft spot, every crater
knowing another, less-flawed, was next door
….
This poem is from the book lowercase aesthetic by Riley P. Murdock (Finishing Line Press), and is available at https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/lowercase-aesthetic-by-riley-p-murdock/
lowercase aesthetic contemplates the attachments we form to our sorrows and the messy paths we take to move on from them. Its #poems center on triumphs and tragedies both universal and deeply personal, such as the struggles of living with #ADHD, the profound loss of beloved pets, and the pain of longing for a distant partner — even if they’re only gone for the evening. Bouncing from sarcastic humor to existential angst and everything in between, love sprouts through the book even in its most cynical moments.
