that feeling of making music with you
of singing
and harmonizing

is why I love a choir

sometimes it doesn't matter
that you're not as capable
as smart
as organized
as sociable

you are willing
willing to learn
willing to grow

that willingness you have?
that is enough
you are enough-
more than enough.

they will not live
they do not live
as I stare at the tank,
willing, hoping, praying for motion
nothing

they say the third time's the charm
we reassure each other
as we pour the remains away

so many regrets on choosing brine shrimp
my initial joy in the lab goes down the drain
with the dead
brine shrimp

an immortal of ice
his brother barely human, only human
human enough to love

She brought in a jar of glowing mushrooms
with an insincere smile, put them down
from them spread a mold, that spread rapidly on the walls
and the house fell...

Do memories make a man?
If who I am is grounded in my experiences,
as I age, do I lose myself?
And if I lose myself,

where do I go?

You know this is all yours,
I mean,
Who else
Could it possibly be for?