6 a.m.
by AJ DiBetta
before my eyes even open
i see you laying next to me
feel the weight and warmth
i remember the feeling of
ripe strawberries
staining my hands red
the sweetest things i’ve ever tasted
and so were you
but now the memories of you are buried
deep in the dirt / crust of the earth
the bones of what we were
are nestled under us
new things grow from the corpse
i’ll rip up / pluck out the weeds
harvest the blossoms
a new beauty grows & grows & grows
AJ is a trans and queer creative living in Brooklyn, NY. They are a poet, film photographer, model, tarot reader and aspiring tattoo artist. Their writings focus on the messy connections and tender moments shared between humans.
