I’m standing on the edge of a broken porch in New Jersey,
pink 3 AM clouds around a bowl of stars.
This jacket’s been warm for nine years.
Yes,
I still despair sometimes.
But I am learning to claw out of it by writing it.
Also, Jesus.
Tonight on this porch I’m thinking
what are symbols of happiness, what is
happiness, experience of it, etc.
I think of:
driving an overpass into the city tonight
all that color like spilled Christmas lights
like driving up into the sky.
--Think of:
7th grade boy with an earring and soft eyes.
Angelo. His name is.
Translating the story into Spanish for his friend.
--Of:
The blue, the green. Of the reef.
Pacific silence. Coconut cathedral.
Of: The Avett Brothers song, The Perfect Space.
Of friends who are like that.
: Africa, all seasons.
Also,
Jesus