In the last two years

i’ve learned that gold can liquify,

that it’s floating all around us.

I’ve learned that tokens can crack.

They can chip; they can shave,

and all still hold value.

I learned to levitate

when being out of body,

is easier than entertaining.

I grip tight the balloon string

and float til the city lights and stars blend.

I’ll be back sooner or later.

I’ve learned that pink skies and lavender

aren’t solely related to you.

I’ve learned that being broken

out of sleep,

is just as painful

as being broken into it. 

I’ve learned that I don’t need to be golden.

I learned through the feeling

of restricted lungs and pure hate,

that I am capable of feeling whole.

I have learned through the taste

of blood and soap,

that I am worthy.


I deserve to be whole.

I deserve to be worthy.

Therefore, I am. 

Two years ago I thought that

hairsprayed hair,

was more important than depth.

This is my garden.

This is my rose.

It is not a trait,

but a symbol.

Vincent Cavallero