Yes, fields stretch
out from me,
snow patches
the yard and sun
takes up space
that isn’t otherwise
occupied…
Author: A. Violet
do well in school,
get a decent job,
pay your bills,
make friends…
I soak in sun,
scheduled
for 15 minutes,
an hour…
head above water,
until it slides
beneath choppy waves…
He slides out of the recliner,
shakes his ears as he bee-lines
for the couch where my mother
is about to sit down…
Wouldn’t it be great
if erasers were a real thing?
Erm, Joe, pretty sure
they’re already a real thing….
My legs aren’t real,
you can’t convince
me they are, jelly
doesn’t flow in veins…
I’m thinking about your face,
and no matter how hard I try…
Make a paper turtle
for every attempt,
every job applied to,
every phone call made…
muscles are twitchy,
blood pumps uncomfortably
through veins,
feeding the twitches…
