It’s Weird We’ve Been Married Six Months
for Christian
You must be Christmas,
The darkest days of the year light up for you.
Shaking down the stars, you feed me with their spun sugar,
You harvest the velvet mountain ranges so I might feel their embrace.
Every roadside cornflower, you corral to weave around my bones.
My moon drenched love with elixir eyes, you kiss
me fierce and tender
when all I taste is heartache.
You dry the ghosts from my cheeks and cradle me in
your wings when I’m too battle battered to fight
the lies in my mind.
Oh—
for you, I’m gonna pull diamonds from January’s frosted grass.
I’ll prepare a feast of every fancy so you’ll never be hungry again.
With the colors I drain from rainbows, I’ll adorn you.
I’ll grow
and fight
and cherish you,
like you steward me.
Today, tomorrow, and next August too
I’ll shine bright for you.
Intervention Pantoum
We could have been mistaken for a couple on a date.
Chips, salsa, and silverware snuggled in white paper napkins between us.
I wanted to take care of you, youngest brother.
I squeezed a waxy lemon into my water.
Chips, salsa, and silverware snuggled in white paper napkins between us.
You started draining the sweet tea I bought you.
I squeezed a waxy lemon into my water.
You’re taller now than I am.
You started draining the sweet tea I bought you.
You’re thin like me,
you’re taller now than I am.
Bub, you’re running more and eating less.
You’re thin like me.
I’ve found unique ways to sabotage myself too,
Bub, you’re running more and eating less.
I wanted to protect you from the hurt l’d felt,
I’ve found unique ways to sabotage myself too,
when I was you.
I wanted to protect you from the hurt l’d felt,
You say you already know what I’m going to say.
I said that too (when I was you).
The waiter brings our hot plates.
You say you already know everything I say.
Between the lines of the prayer I speak, I beg God to make you hungry for Him.
I don’t need to tell you to be careful with your plate.
I always wanted to take care of you, youngest brother,
Between the lines of the prayer I speak, I beg God to make you hungry for Him.
We could have been mistaken for a couple on a date.
We Were Different Ten Years Ago
Sydney Dingus is a Christian who loves to praise God by making honest art about nature, beauty, suffering, and her family. She is inspired by her Appalachian community as well as the works of Mary Cassatt, Billie Holiday, C.S. Lewis, Anne Bradstreet, and Nickole Brown.
Pensworth 