went to the bookstore again today
stomach tight like his hands around my wanting
mind restless like a bird by the road
red car comes and devours its mother

saw an older boy again today
hands tight on the handles around my watching
moves as i walk past like fire inching back
i say i like his yellow bike

1 July again this year
tired like every useless word they throw; pennies in a well
itching for solitude like a red bug climbing in her hair
a black cloud comes and eats my yellow cake

have a nice day i say again
i hope it's a good year i say again