Writing

Fluting is great

You know I love it

But

I miss the whole band

The community

I miss the company in the music

Now

I am alone for two months

Just a lonely flute and her melody

Next to you

Not a big deal

Natural

Normal

Eyes

Joking

Teasing

I could touch you

The bracelet on your wrist

Our bracelet

I could talk to you about it

I'd lose my train of thought

If you're drowning in an ocean,

And there’s no land in sight,

How long do you keep swimming,

Before your arms give out?

Before you've swallowed too much water,

Trying to catch your breath?

The old woman guides him past the wooden blue-coated porch. Past the tall grass and the gravel path driven beneath it.

sometimes i think just one sunny day would cure me of everything.

other days i think pills and tonics and treatments are lies that i continue to swallow.

most days i just daydream about last summer when our tiny sunfish 

for a friend

i picture you some days – a utensil in one hand and your cheek

in the other, gazing somewhere in the distance as your