Star

Oh, twinkle,
You blind me.
When I went out of my safe house, I thought
I knew.
But there were more monsters out there than in my closet.
Oh, you wonderful flame!
I'm stuck staring yet want to retreat
Back into my safe cave.

—Binorie

Love Hate

Circle is the mediator
Grotesque star-shine
Overlaps the clamor of vague shapes
All longing to be the thing they hate
A rectangle wants to be a star
A square
A triangle
Want to be a star
In the end it may be easier to be heard than seen
Than looked at with a definitive gaze
Circle is the mediator

—Aimee Delong