Old Friends and Guiding Lights
I never know how much I miss
the warm fresh air until I’m in it
Moving Day
as the day of moving
well, not dawning yet
it’s only 5:02 am
but it’s cool
the heat has broken for a short reprieve
The Clock Ticking
I can only hear the clock ticking at certain points
The noise from the fan mostly covers it
If I turn the fan off, I can hear all of it, time
But some of it is still louder
Weeping Willows
‘I am a mechanical engineer.’
in the sterilized halls that have too much light
because the trees planted outside haven’t had enough time
to grow
Aging Arms
arms are growing older from lifting
and freckles from the sun
carrying the weight
supposedly shouldn’t be
mother’s not the same
daughter’s not the same
niece’s not the same
woman not the same
Making a Cup Noodle
I haven’t talked about Her
And tonight the black ice just crept up
the flooding, felt like I was sliding across forward
the white walls burst up around me, what I asked to see
I don’t see with Her.