cup of tea, apple pie
cinnamon swirling itself upwards
to meet my brain in inverted cascades
i drink thoughts, eat memories
tall sea waves
bare bones, i am here.
i laughed at watered herbs
smiled at curved picture frames
silent tambourines and deep
buckets of stone
i've never been fond of clean
lines in empty houses
give me ancient homes with
broken floorboards
time places its footsteps on
the ceiling
strong and sure, fragile and
changing
i watched your eyes when you
looked at him
i see it, smooth seas in a
hurricane, a hopeful heart.
100 Ways to be Happy
as if happiness were a person
How to be Happier, Being Happy,
Best Happiness Now
soft books, books made of
masks, i'm empty.
no, happiness is here
endless pages with empty lines
fresh dark ink pens overflowing
words as rich as dark cocoa
desserts from the man down
the street
this book with crimson
words, golden lining
cup of tea, apple pie
here i am, the next table over
come find me.