He scratches lightly, like a mouse
trying for traction on the ice
While I inspect the vacant home made of twigs
cradled by the bush in the yard.
Ode to last summer’s busy guests.
Their winged commotion would startle me
As I walked past, technically half naked.
Sandals! Shorts!
What wicked thoughts
as I pull my hood over my hat
to cover the stark white slice of my neck.
I give an apathetic tug.
Two bitter ends, connected by a short leash.
Longing for dewy grass—
or, I guess,
just breakfast for now.
Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 8:59 AM UTC
I woke with too much purpose this morning.
I swear it was me
who split the dark sky open
like pointed steel through wood.
The sharp hack of existence hit
when I visualized my wallet
on the kitchen counter,
leaning against that vase
with the snake on it.
Second in line
at the grocery store,
cart overflowing.
Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 8:41 AM UTC
Brow pressed against wet tile,
sweet drumming feet
keep time in the hallway.
I project my voice up and out
of my steam retreat
“I asked for 5 minutes!”
I can’t recall showers
before they were born.
Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 7:07 AM UTC