intimacy
i saw my own name on a handwritten note on red paper my heart leapt up for a moment, and so did my breath “who could possibly…?” smiling inside, eyes seek out and re- turn… burger 2 pints
i saw my own name on a handwritten note on red paper my heart leapt up for a moment, and so did my breath “who could possibly…?” smiling inside, eyes seek out and re- turn… burger 2 pints
the weather is warming, and the landlady’s playing her music loud, love songs and latin jazz the day is too gorgeous for poems, and yet i persist a perfect moment, squandered
tiny lascivious duets on the edge of the sun’s advance: the finches own the morning i’ll follow them west for a bit, and entreat my new neighbors to join in their riotous cheers
just minutes ago the birds were having a music festival and they stopped for the train, which calls from the distance and leaves behind the sound of rain against siding what was i dreaming about?
the medians and vacant lots awaken oxalis nasturtium ceanothus and mallows is that what kept me tossing about all night wondering about my friends?