A poem about my friend Nina. She wanted to be immortalised in literature again (last time I wrote about her I was like 15, it was lame haha) and so I tried to do what I did with ~Konjuku
in Soil and think of a new metaphor, something weird but wholly true. I tried to think what objects resembled her, our relationship, and I thought of a table. Because its steady, the center of my family life (so personal) and stable despite the fact a lot happened to the wood to get it to be a table. My friend is the strongest person I know, despite a shit ton of bad stuff. She gives me constant inspiration but also no-judgement support. So let's see if she finds being a table complimentary or if she hits me with a brick.
Long story short, love ya Neeeeenor!