With fewer trees
There will be fewer Buddhas
With fewer falls
We will never scrape our knees
Cannot get back on the horse
Turned it to glue
Porcelain planets
Can break a thousand times
But never be pasted back together
All these beads of sweat
Do not string into a necklace
That I find flattering
For those who enjoy
Sweater weather,
Your local deli
May have a walk-in freezer
John Maurer is a 26-year-old writer from Pittsburgh that writes fiction, poetry, and everything in-between, but his work always strives to portray that what is true is beautiful. He has been previously published in Claudius Speaks, The Bitchin’ Kitsch, Thought Catalog, and more than fifty others. @JohnPMaurer