King of Cups: The Hot Water Does Self Work

A poem about passion being confused as anger…

Living close to the soul of the Earth

Is the reason why I stay ready to pop off.

It feels wrong, holding on to guilt,

When i’m being so natural.

But when I get upset,

I remember that I knew the risk.

You will live with me eternally and

I admit that i’ll love you that long too.

I’ve met you before in this lifetime,

So i’m sure you’ll be here again.

We’ll chill, fuck and remember.

I just don’t want to act separate,

I’m forgetful and I want to be reminded.


Peace and Love,

Katherine Elizabeth Jackson


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