Poetry: I Miss the Comfort in Being Sad

Subtitled: Nirvana, Frances Farmer Will Have Her Revenge on Seattle

By: Natasha Aidoo

forests spread into

the households

i find eternal trees 

in my kitchen

i’m fascinated by the chromatic

melodies

tea time with foxes

morning talks with robins

night raves with owls

wildfires unravel

within storms

of ice

glass sparkles

in my personal

galaxy

forge my destiny

into the universes

mystic

metaphysical

approach

delights me

into philosophical

spirals

destroy my

innocence

brick by brick

nevermind

the Arctic Monkeys

song

that engulfs enthralls envelopes

 me

release

my gloom

into the sink

nostalgia

is a word

that is stuck 

to my tongue