breakfast with you
dripping with innuendo
and that duck hunt hat
makes me feel like i’m being put to bat
a test
a request
for me to take the mistakes of my past
and not let them permeate
every interaction
each moment of satisfaction
knowing we’ve hit a home run
and the struggle to maintain
so it doesn’t all come undone
is an effort to find sacred balance.
there are things we know
that keep uncovering themselves like fossils
making it feel impossible
to pretend that this is the stuff of dreams
it’s a trap, a traipse through memory
and certainty
and it makes me feel crazy,
a feeling i don’t own too well
yet wear so easily you can tell
how anxious i am to leave before knowing
what you’re like in the fall
in the winter
in the spring
and that’s the thing,
it’s a burden of time

a tickle and a tease
a build up and release
of what I speak, of course, is a sneeze