Kyla Houbolt Reads: The Options Suite

[options]

you can either reincarnate
into your chains
or you can be a sand castle
fallen in love with a snowman

they have ways
to make you silent
they have ways
to make you

but then you squirt
out from between their fingers
the sticky grasp of doom
can’t hold your grease
for long enough to mold it
so they hotten up
the fires of hell
and that just melts you
into starjuice

the sun smacks her lips
you snuggle in
back home again.

chains

birth is a link
from outside time
ancestors and offspring
clink in lines
generated
each one forged
to continue
what sometimes
should be broken.

Sand Castle and Snowman

Every part of me came from the sea.
I still feel the shaping that took me
from my scattered way and made me
into what stands here
now frozen under ice