A song that makes you feel nostalgic is playing in the grocery store
you pick through green apples, mushrooms, & cilantro,
absorbing sadness like a dry sponge in a soap bowl.
You wish to mourn, but not in front of strangers so
you carry this knot in your throat, like grocery bags, all the way home.
You've been so quiet for days and after a drink you feel like spilling,
You tell your brother that the moon smells like gunpowder and
about that thing you did in middle school that still makes you cringe.
your last cigarette has reached the filter.
You panic, you feel this is the only way anyone will listen.
There is a small town in Alaska being swallowed by the sea,
the article reads, “Villagers fight to save drowning city…”
You too fight a futile fight against the ocean;
You know the feeling of flailing toes in search of solid ground.
Whenever you get too scared you think about
hang drying, clean, white sheets in an open field.
You don't know why, but it always calms you.