(To)get(her)

Words by Sibel Atalay (she/they) 

Canopy daydreams 

Eyes wide asleep 

I tend to forget my dreams 

Though avoidance makes me live it

Makes me do nothing 

Makes me break something

Like glass or hearts              (usually my own)

The one that

doesn’t feel quite like home

And it’s pressure with no diamonds

Shapes with no structure 

Child bearing hips and tits with no purpose 

Flat chested freedom without 

changing my name

In my dreams my eyes are open 

In my dreams                              yours are too