I'm scared for the boy to leave.
The roles have reversed
and this time I'm not the glue.

I am the watery, salted sap
seeping from the trees that eternally grow
in hopes of reaching
their love,
their sky,
their life.

Check the phone for work
Check the phone for love
Check the phone for friends
Check the phone for time
Check my pulse for life

After noon on Sunday
When I walk beside the street
I’m now looking up
Instead of at my feet.

This wave is exciting in
Nature so enticing
The state feels now inviting
East Coast, now I’m biting.

“What feels good will come.”
Hoping to see the familiar face
Among the concrete paths
In a white-washed foreign place.

The idea of this is lovely,
I feel the situation is of me.
I’ll find my peace and let time be.
Please ignore my shaking knee.

I've spent 3 months ignoring your calls and deleting your voicemails
still I check the weather in Provo and when the first snow surprised you in september I stayed up all night
knitting you socks
I didn't write a note but I drew all over your envelope and I didn't sleep
not until the tracking number reached you
When you called i still didnt answer
but I sat there and watched it ring until my phone died

I
don't
love
you

but the thought of your cold toes consumed me - stay warm

From behind two screens
Hides two crawling hands
scurrying
hurrying
a hushed heart
with words to give
and more life to live