Misreading can be the best.
The wind is thrashing at the gnats
where the sun fails. Or
I’m drinking a giraffe.
This morning I finally finished
putting the kitchen away.
People seem cool, in general,
but I’m beginning to wonder.
This experiment keeps happening.
We’re walking down Geary
and I realize you’re a stranger.
I guess that makes sense.
I’m always drawn to the strange.
