“sweet spring is your
time is my time is our
time for springtime is lovetime
and viva sweet love(all the merry little birds are
flying in the floating in the
very spirits singing in
are winging in the blossoming)lovers go and lovers come
awandering awondering
but any two are perfectly
alone there’s nobody else alive(such a sky and such a sun
i never knew and neither did you
and everybody never breathed
quite so many kinds of yes)not a tree can count his leaves
each herself by opening
but shining who by thousands mean
only one amazing thing(secretly adoring shyly
tiny winging darting floating
merry in the blossoming
always joyful selves are singing)sweet spring is your
time is my time is our
time for springtime is lovetime
and viva sweet love”― E.E. Cummings
thought 13
it takes a little while of sitting on the pavement
to notice the red spiders
consequences
a cold habit of varying herself per friendship
and telling close people about those who are closer:
her paperwork is organized. when she stares
at the opened cardboard boxes in her bedroom,
they begin to move like the sun on the grass on friday.
developing a cold habit of consequences
take nouns right out of her mouth; nothing is
personal anymore, like car rides or shoulders (she forgot
all about shoulders). activities that snap her into it are
either gone or asleep: the free
gym, the hollow
trombone.
walking is more fun when done with honesty,
but deaf timing turns raw truth to leftover macaroni;
she hates macaroni to begin with. she pays for an apartment
she doesn’t live in, washes clothes
every few months, buys a new laptop charger
from amazon, inhabits the term “professional” but
doesn’t talk to her sister on the phone.
people listen to her mistakes, so
they don’t know when she stops freezing them.
she left crumbs all over the underside
of her feet.
yes decemberists. yes.
“we heard a superman trumpet play the national anthem”
“and the world may be long for you, but’ll never belong to you / but on a motorbike, when all the city lights blind your eyes tonight, / are you feeling better now?”
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sick of talking down
sick of talking down to me like the sidewalk isn’t wet
and the trees aren’t dripping while the sky is blue.
i think that you’re what makes the outside corner
of my left eye leak
thought 12
put the hat back on your pen -
there are too many ways for you to be happy
my 4-year-old laptop broke. i just started a job, and a lot of it is working from home. PERFECT timing.
a yellow lamp
a yellow lamp shows the bedside
in a basement bedroom
on the clock from eleven to one,
its twisty lightbulb has outlived the dog
inside of one room are dozens of subsets
and the yellow lamp shows one of them
