By ryan bry
I feel just like a phone number written in public when I look at you
and it makes me think that a bag of cheetos is enough sustenance
for 72 years or so, spiritually speaking
when I am with you every planet is an answer
to a question that is impossible not to ask
and people are still stepping in my pile of thoughts
kicking the trash with their ankles a little
but I don’t care
because this nonchalance is how you’ll remember me
in other lifetimes with yet more impossible languages
as the blue rhythm of your eyes opens and closes
again and again with me / without me
ryan bry is cooly part of the birth of the situation. his first poetry book was printed by Expat Press and has the title of Information Blossoms. he is not a shaman, he just plays one on TV. he is a friend to the full realization of love, and the viewer of the hearts in your eyes. please interact with his art and his twitter page @ryan_bry__tweet you might find yourself nourished by wonder one of these days after all.
Hot Pot Magazine 