Rainy clogged windows
I've got Marilyn Monroe around my neck
Some printed copies in my bag
Interconnecting what could be
I got high and had to make myself deeply think
But it's all so deep within me.

I remember a time
Where my fingertips
Would wistfully trace rain drops on glass
When I was headed in a cab
To a very different man
My hair was shorter
A mix of black and residue
Passing by the Chicago beach
Everything's so vast and welcoming
You just gotta go and get it.

I got my hair done today
My best friend sang that it looks like it was meant to be
My hairdresser grew giddy as we discussed my new love
The very grown man that fills my thoughts
Not with trifling wonder
But with what could be.

I worry
I worry people will come and go
I give all I've got
I reach and long for so much
And it's true
I allow myself moments to lament
In order to move through
Not with fear
But with fascination.

Andersonville
It was hard to leave my little home tonight
But I can't wait to see you
We both said more times than I can count
So I stop swimming shore to shore
And bathe leisurely
And with such graceful giving
Woke as ****
And aware.