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The Supermodel
She was sitting on a plastic storage container On the street corner It was stuffed with stuff She looked like a foreigner Dejected, rough I’d seen her before, riding a purple bike She had high cheekbones and tired eyes A thin frame In better times she could have been a model With a flowing mane
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Time to Die
Maybe it’s the summer, the sun high in the sky Maybe it’s my mortality Or the fact that I’m in the prime of my life I feel compelled to run I feel compelled to get better I have to discover Even if I’m on some sort of bell-curve decline I’m going to give it my
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Like Me, Like Me
We were Lila and Arnold It was just a dream but it was horrible I raced to you at our friends’ house, brought you chili You said you loved me but we could never be married It was the worst heartache I stood there with a sunken feeling in my chest I beckoned, with all
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Scrolling
I don’t go on social media anymore I deactivated my account a few years ago I imagine it was like dying It felt good to let go But it’s interesting how I found myself redefining my values And not being obsessed with what people think of you Thumbs up, another dopamine hit Staring, posting, scrolling
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Grass Cutting
Tis the season for grass cutting. I love the smell of freshly cut grass. It takes me back to early fall, back to back-to-school season, early September. Cross country season. Hurricane season. Ah. My dad taught me how to push a lawnmower at the ripe age of nine. My favorite lawnmowers are the old school
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Surfboards
Remember when we were just 16 I can still smell the ocean We wore tankinis because they were modest Back then we were just deep down hoping to be the hottest Our dads looked over us but I think now we both know It was divine providence In our 30s now, it’s obvious We averted
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Better than Dr. Seuss World
Sometimes I feel like I live in Dr. Seuss land In the height of summer Walking in the garden is grand The humidity is a bummer The crepe myrtles have exploded – bright pink They shed bark like water from a leaky sink The sunflowers burst over me They give joy to the bumble bees
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Raccoons and Robins
For the past few months a raccoon has lived in the pine tree behind my house That one raccoon somehow turned into three I was sad to realize this week that they’ve all moved out That mama raccoon used to stare at me I’d stare at her Her eyes were masked Would she say mine
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Sketchy Gas Stations
Have you ever been to a gas station that wasn’t sketchy? Just last week I stopped at a “Miller Mart” about half a mile from my job, on a busy street in a bustling city. I noticed that the screen at the pump said “$9.00 prepaid.” The machine refused to take my debit card. I
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