And the best I could do
Was do as I had done the day before
So I continued to go, I continued to move,
But I forgot to breathe.
And when I looked up, I saw the white of your eyes shimmer from the flames and the terror that accompanied.
What do I say when she tells me she’s scared, what can I even say?
That nothing matters?

Who in the hell set it up like this?
And why in the **** do we have to listen?
My sister said no but holds the hand of her female flesh.
And she is not to blame,
Her choices are logic and practical
But at what point do we get out of our own way?

And so I shut off
And realize that has been my move lately to deal with reality.
Blue lights and blank emotions
The winter breeze swings the new planters on the patio.
The sweet potatoes wake me up and the pomegranates continue to amaze,
Growing more and more ruby as the summer days turn into early autumn evenings.

And although the caterpillars  transformation is covered in thick construction dust and the ground continues to shift,
I can’t help but feel hopeful
I am spring
We are spring.