simple delights

the salt that coats
your fingers
like grains of sand
when eating tortilla chips

“duude!

that butterfly was just

hitten

by a car!”

– boy in childhood, sunny fall day

life. cinnamon.

cereal.

so satisfying

firefly

sticky spider web caught

a light left flickering in the hallway

death when unknown

some kind of beautiful

pulse

he rode by

shirtless on a motorcycle

cigarette in hand

she swept up

the whole scene

the squashed cockroach, the frenzy of feasting ants, black and beady.

when the broom hit

all the living things were ignited

like atoms instantly hot.

she dropped the meal in the dirt behind the kitchen

and the chaos dissipated

the source of death was gone

to be dealt with in nature’s quarters.

i love the sound of rain

from the shelter of a warm and dry place

i’m rediscovering

my love of cereal

taxi driver

plucking chin hairs

at a red light

at one point in your life

you’ll just hate being the mediocre version of yourself. and through that, you’ll find the courage and bravery and north star to be your best self.

and then you’ll walk into the next moment, and have to do it all over again.

10.21.2014

😉