drive left-handed,
right thumb and first finger
roll pills from sticky rice film,
residue dries to fingertips…
Memory
I forgot what I was gonna say.
Oh right.
You remember how
on roller coasters…
You ever
see a poem
and whatever
organs your sternum
protects drop a foot…
there’s a poem,
locked away
somewhere
I don’t remember…
Remember
when I was the sunshine kid…
I didn’t cry for you today.
Nor did I cry for you yesterday.
The tears are staying
on the inside now….
The world
will come apart
in your hands…
On the dark days,
remember today’s
sun rays,
remember it’s hiding…
would you give up
the stretch of a cinnamon roll,
the smoothness of pudding,
the crunch of a cucumber…
when I’m the only noise
clicking through the kitchen,
when I’m the only music
playing in the rec room,
when I’m the only voice
yawning on the couch…
Daily Poets 