Darkness
By Flynn Dexter
I would like
To reach into the darkness
With my arms
And scoop it into my hands
(Amorphous jell-o)
Feel the weight of it
Entirely separate from hearts.
I would like to put my darkness
Into a zip lock,
Take it home
To my kitchen,
Hang it to dry from a knob,
And crunch the darkness up.
I would put darkness on everything.
Sprinkle it—
Darkness does not taste like pepper,
Darkness
Fills the craving
For things we have not
Made peace with
Yet.
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Flynn Dexter is published in Clark: Poetry from Clark County, Nevada, and Sandstone and Silver an Anthology of Nevada Poets. Flynn has been a poetry educator for Nevada students, Individual Slam Champion, 7+ year experienced host/emcee, and community organizer of the Human Experience open mic. Flynn specializes in poetry surrounding LGBTQ experiences, grief and loss, healing, love, and spirituality. Flynn uses poetry rooted in ordinary experiences to shed light on the brilliance and significance of everyday life.