getting better
the green garden hose
with the butterflies
trying to relax
reading lemons
e-mails from a
smattering of purple
blooms and one
orange one like
lunch at Rosie’s
today with distant
airplane flashbacks
I mean I just keep
at the back of my tongue
am I supposed to
go ahead and
say cerulean
I just have a feeling
especially since
he doesn’t trust me
he’s just saying that
because he’s afraid
the television antenna
stark-still
otherwise fool around
now with the butterflies
that fall like snowdrops
an undetermined type
of relationship
two folks chattering
in front of dust
cat-curled
not going in a
good direction
I got a birthday card
