What’s your favorite thing about your life right now?
it’s only a matter of time.”
scratch in that direction,
and eventually the drops accumulate,
deep as the ocean.
when you have every comfort
trying to avoid any remaining specks of suffering
becomes a sort of suffering in and of itself
about picking up a landline telephone
the dial tone
I won’t have make up on
I’ll probably be wearing my glasses
you probably won’t notice me
till the third time we talk
the way you
I might be the first one to
ask you out
you might be
the first one
to say yes
is when I throw my banana
peel into the garden
the glow-in-the-dark balloon
floating its way up into the night sky?
It took its place among the stars until it
It’s latex bits never making their way back home
getting caught in the frenzy of the atmosphere. If I were a child,
I would have cried.
But they say I’m just too old for that. So I keep
a salt water ocean
behind my eyes
will one day find
its way // home again.