Writing

I’ve started looking forward to the little things a little more 

Than I look forward to next year

Because it feels like next year is uncertain.

I’m excited to eat peanut butter toast in the car before skiing,

I'm

the concert kind of sick

just-one-more-day-of-health

feeling-the-sneeze-coming sick

sniffles and tissues and begrudging resignment

but if I can just make it

one

He went out with her last month,

something I will have to get used to,

the glances they'll pass,

and the shadows that will dance at night when there is no one around to watch.

She gave him a nickname,

Have you ever seen dozens of roses?

A field perhaps

Covered in red beauty

Have you ever tried walking through dozens of roses?

Your fingertips perhaps

Covered in red blood

From afar roses are gorgeous

The light rises and

The darkness, it disappears

Love enters, hate leaves

i drink chamomile in the evenings

vanilla and honey 

forever sweetening

so as the taste travels

and my mother stops and leave

i stick to my chamomile

my evening retrieve