wanting, without direction

today's air tastes like berries

and overused metaphors. the shadows run

across golden ground, and i look 

at our old stone wall like they would in farmers' days.

a boundary, a gate

separating a world from another.

overgrown.

last year this time, i felt the same,

like something was coming, and my cheeks

were flushed whenever i saw myself. 

it's so easy to forget

what you once learned: making the right eyes

in the mirror won't make it better.

it's so easy to welcome the thought

you swore you'd never think at 11:11, with your friend's hand

clammy in yours as she tells you to close your eyes.

i don't want anyone,

but i want someone.