One Day
When I’m alone I loosen that generational knot
cinched knuckle tight around my throat
In my own company I laugh freely and love every part of me
There is no “other”
When I’m alone I loosen that generational knot
cinched knuckle tight around my throat
In my own company I laugh freely and love every part of me
There is no “other”
I wonder if flowers get nervous
Just before they meet the sun
Do they stutter around each other?
Get sweaty palms as they fall in love?
How do you fix a backbone?
Where can you buy a spine?
Do they make them with rhinestones?
And how long is that line?
I know someone that needs one
My weekly fights with the seamstress
Are mostly wrestling over the needle
Who chooses the next stitch?
Who determines the thread?
Your champagne front door light
spilling out on your lawn
Your puppy mowing me down
We’ll sing cricket songs till dawn.
Every time I see her, she hands me a fresh dot
to add to my constellation
She sketches fresh lines on my heart
Brand-new happy places I know I’ve been before
This story has always felt over
The back cover’s so thin in my right hand
But every page turn brings another sunrise
Another friendship
Despite what everyone’s told you
You’ve grown your garden quite tall
Although they came quick as thunder
You’re still first to harvest it all
No matter the strength of the ocean
Forever you’ve been his counterweight
When he needs more
When he wants less
When he feels like flying
Bricks don’t build a steam engine
nor can they perform heart surgery
Live under a rock before
a table in open perjury.