My breath continues strong,
refreshed by a long walk
and propelled by the thrill
of parenting while parentless
because you can have one
without the other, and it’s
all I ever wanted to have

I spend most days leaping
from one box to another,
making sure not to fall
into the blank spaces
that separate me from
the rest of the world

But sometimes, if we
allow ourselves to break
free from our dock,
the open sea is all
we need to find the
courage to swim free

It’s strange to look for
some kind of solace
in a puddle outside of
a nondescript building
on any road in this
city of wayward fog
and capsized humans

Hair grows out of my
ear like a cornstalk
and I barely care
because tweezers
are man’s enemy

My left sock with
a gaping hole
is the air I need

I’ve been trying
my whole life to
scratch the bird

Sometimes, I like to store
my emotion in a shirt
pocket because then
I can take it out and
look at it before I throw
it into a street gutter

A bottle pops open
and nothing spills out
because this whole time,
I’ve been the confetti

Pitch black, trees sway
Birds sleep in the night
I stare straight up into
the vast night sky
and all I see are
fireflies

Same dinner, same plate
That chair near that window

Same show, new season
That snack and that hat

Same steps, same path
That mug and that view

Aimless, like a broken
weathervane on top
of a ramshackle barn
in the middle of a storm

My coursework is human trudgery
as I push my meat sack through
each day’s personal thermometer

Brushes of pollen
and dusty branches
echo in the distance
as the wind pushes
the clouds aside
to drop its breath
atop the slow haze
of errant wanderers

Slept upon, the weight
of our misplaced dreams
lying heavy on its back
The pillow slowly dies

Walking through life in a slight haze
waiting for the rusted anvil to drop
and expecting that stop sign to bend
is a feeling of unfettered malaise

Hand splayed over the side of the couch
Lukewarm Earl Grey just out of reach
The book I love has fallen to the ground
and my body caves into the pillows

Look in the trash can
over at the edge of
the parking lot and you
will find the remnants
of me making copies

The clouds move
The trees sway
Aaron picks up dog shit
and the world tumbles by
through the window

Sunlit pieces of glass
and yesterday’s candy
bellow into the wild