Little Vines written on 3/2/23.
My closed living room drapes.
Do I have a secret valuable enough that
I bother to conceal it?
Fleshy pod fingers pressed pink.
A handful of silver slimy change.
The cashier’s cross expression.
her face glows
Not what I’d expected. More – visceral –
somehow. But yes, definitely –
She’d been swallowed up by the fog.
Stretched out gym shorts hanging off my butt
I clomp down the basement stairs
Guess it’s way past time to do some laundry
Lady – what heaves over?
Open personality. If the lady says.
Drawings decide – I like size large.
with a very muscular pen
she signed her name
one hundred careful letters
Your heart depicted smaller than it really is,
in paint watered-down three times
and yet still the brightest color on the page –
Nothing can diminish you.
Today I waltz
in frills and feathers
My hopes open and expand
in this smorgasbord of friends
I think of myself as a generous slice
cut from a well-baked cake
the gym membership I use once
the greasy takeout dinners I eat every night
I have learned nothing
the rain stops. the clouds dissipate.
a black car passes on the road below.
the stars return. you will not.
salt tears and
sugar kisses and
I love you more than anything
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