lucid by sa maa

lucid as observance comes in mind

with hominids crashing cymbals into swamp dives

lakes flow but oceans kill with deadly waves and sharks and big pieces of ice

they glow transparent in the sun, carry baggage by the ton

enough to make a grown person cry

blissfully they abscond their speech, tally votes from infernal wench to subservient leech

sweat drips through salty tears, concoctions fizzle on the tongue in fear

heat suffocates and dances on top of your head

rest comes to those who’ve never slept,

in truth its cousin might be the best one yet

lucidity observes to open threat

thoughts meander inside and recollect

sa maa currently resides in her hometown of Montreal, Quebec, where she spends most of her free time writing, baking, and writing about baking. She is currently translating her mother’s 40 year-old handwritten cookbook for prosperity. You can find more of her ultra-micro-poetry on instagram @samaapoetry.