May 4th
It was kindergarten
specifically May 4th, 2018, to be exact
we had just moved into our new house
I had been at the after-school program that day
It was kindergarten
specifically May 4th, 2018, to be exact
we had just moved into our new house
I had been at the after-school program that day
My music collection
a small window of tunes that I appreciate
songs that loosen my ties to the ground
that free me to chase the clouds
and they may not be popular
or good party music;
they have taken her.
hope.
she is trapped in the great big house made of new money & keys
that open nothing anymore. it is named america.
you can hear her,
I am grateful.
Grateful that three no-longer-kids,
Grown-up,
Jobs-and-girlfriends-and-college boys
Are there for me
Have my back
Even though we haven’t talked for a while
Even though we live hours away
We are such a cliché,
boy meets girl,
fall hard and fast.
Our heads are a mess,
would you wait for me?
Obviously.
Too young to think anything through,
I remember that warm summer night,
we argued about who could jump farther off the swings,
we were only 14.
It down poured,
they didn't set the fireworks off,
you didn't care,
neither did I.
I’ve been going to a camp called Crow's Path since third grade.
And even longer before that, but I can’t remember those days.
People have come and gone, yes, that’s true,
An apple is
A reminder
A token to bring you back
To the day in the orchard
When you were six years old
Sitting on your dad's shoulders
Reaching for an apple
That you had decided was perfect
i'll use your name. sweet nothings spill
from well-meaning mouths & shatter on concrete radiating summer sun
right back at you, perfect -- dainty -- shiny with dewdrops. they told me
时间
Time moves fast
Tick… tick… tick…
It all goes
Gone
Gone
Gone
Minutes go by
Don’t kill my birds.
Tommy pays taxes.
April runs a side hustle selling cursed bath bombs on Etsy.
They have dreams.
They have a 401k.
They just bought a tiny house in a haunted forest
I put on a sweatshirt,
Put on some pants,
Summer is coming,
And I don’t stand a chance.
I go downstairs knowing,