love

they were out of the blue flavor I’m sorry

open sky

heat rising

when did this get away from us?

seas immeasurable!

head west!

we spun around in circles of sage

just in case

but now it’s only this bench at

fifth and congress and

the throbbing

in my brain has become visible

to passersby

number four bus is late and

I’m thinking about how

once upon a time long long ago we were

wrapped in blankets

reading

about k-holes on the internet

rice milk

carried myself, both wheels

upstairs to foggy purple

and slept on palo santo

never! were my dreams quieter

softer

but growing colder

we were only there for the two dollar wells

I guess

Vanessa Carlton is playing next door?

you were unhappy

and I

was trying to be happy for both of us

it wasn’t working

things were

crashing

and Shen Yun is coming to town again

right on schedule

we were best right upon

waking before egos descended

I remember

psychedelics on lakesides

so so far away

 

lavanderia

dusty séances on the

bedroom floor

crayons and candles

let me

ride on the back

I’m so cold I’m so warm

I’m

reaching expert level self-sabotage

I was happy, happy

with my fingers like tendrils of

summer vegetables wrapping around

your sternum popping at the core

of all the stairwells I remember

yours

had the most stray letters

on the windowsill and

the door was marked with a name

long departed

the day was

breaking, breaking

gray and orange while I lay

still and felt nothing