The smallest movie made of you (poetry)

He’s a movie made with atoms
IBM a curator of phantoms
He’s just a boy made out of patterns
Energy, I guess it matters

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Even the tiniest of things have importance 😍

So, the smallest film ever made was done with atoms – but I didn’t verify that fact. I just felt the urge to turn it into a poem about you 🤪

You make dying beautiful

Ascending, so I won’t need a throne (trinkets of deceit)

I want my bones to haunt hell for 10,000 years 👀

It’s my right

I deserve to die how I want and I also deserve to be buried how I want, I also deserve to have affordable fucking housing to live in 👀

I fucking hate these expensive ass cheap walls

Renting is for the rich

It’s a luxury, like a rental car – only we get the cheapest materials and appliances and they cut corners when building (remember Miami) 👀

But, they made it impossible for us to buy a home, to get a home paid off so we don’t have that expense every month plaguing us 👎👎

And apparently there’s a lot of single people who live in the United States, like 30% of us are out here single and yet the United States is set up to be a dual income, double/family household

It’s even more expensive to live single life

That’s why everybody gets married (and here I was holding out for true love, I’m pathetic) 👀

I just want my land and a camper

And some apple trees

Fuck a god damn throne