Pomegranate Juice

i feel sixteen again –

late night rehearsals,

midnight bonding in quiet shuddering cars,

sharing trauma,

connecting deeper,

walking aimlessly

down suburban streets

[pomegranate juice will always remind me of you]

and lightning striking

thunder rumbling to be heard

through tinkling speakers

attached to young ears –

maybe it’s the music

maybe it’s the memories

maybe it’s desperate connection

leading to pointless platonic platitudes

[hopefully not tho]

HJ Farr

HJ FARR (they/them) is a multidisciplinary artist, combining dramatic training from a lifetime in Musical Theatre with their own solitary ponderings on queerness, gender, mental health, mundane tiny things, and the world at large. Along with writing, HJ also acts, performs circus, sews, and tries to keep up with societal issues in which they may be able to make things a little bit better. You can find their daily poetry at kipventures.poetry.blog and life-things @hjenby on the ‘gram. "HJ loves Kip!"

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