Hit me up if you fall
I could make things feel all better and good.
Simple promises by even simpler words
you can pay me back by rebounding,
let’s sit elbows to elbows at dinner
sharing conversations and the food.
It’s always about the food first,
followed by sex and dessert at 3am.
It’s better now that you’re out of my head
to my surprise the nighttime stars shine,
as tragic as the break up was, nothing
feels as good than this right here.
Sitting at the kitchen table connected
to myself thinking about siblings.
To be fair, I have crushingly successful sisters
who are driven to be the pillars
right alongside their brother who writes
the blessing or curse I guess depends
who’s interpreting the words.
Who knows, there might be someone
in a tropical place liking before reading.
Even she swears, the words are helpful,
but no more so, than the sunshine
after a week long downpour.
I wish I could meet everyone
who has been kind enough to read them.
The poems are meant for everyone,
that’s impossible and silly because
my perspective on the world
doesn’t come easy, in particular, describing
the same things in a million different ways.
Maybe I was put here to be placed in a ring
I’m competitive just enough to accept
whatever challenge that I’d
get lost in all the winning.
I assume the victories long before anything
has been formally accepted.
It’s a little too critical to think
we could have a passive passing
in the innocence of moving forward
my voice can easily go away,
but you’re stuck with my words
coincidental or by accident I sit here
watching Koi fish swim, and they were put there
so we could sit here and notice every move.
Just imagine being in that fishbowl,
always having eyes watching the missteps.
I need to hurry and shower, I’m late
she’s not going to understand
if I use the lame excuse
I was writing.