The cafe had steady business. It just got all new furniture dark wooden tables and chairs. Every seat was taken besides a few that were in the middle of it all. Coffee scent stained my sweater and the scarf I wore in but realized it was too warm. I tossed it beside my leg on the bench. When ordering I wanted to try something new but the pressure was too great so I ordered the usual hot chai tea latte. While I waited for my drink I read the headlines on the newspapers stacked not so neatly on the rack. Nothing was interesting enough to make me want to open one of them.
He smiled then pressed his lips against hers and in that moment she knew she’d be stuck trying to understand the weight of his kiss for years to come.
The vines were growing up out of the water
And the trees hung freely
Just a snap shot handed to me upside down
That’s all we need for a great story
I want us to share spaces full of secrets and dreams
I want to share my entire life with you
Not just tidbits
My weird thoughts
New songs I find
new places to explore
I even save things I know will make you smile
And cook the things I know will give you an excited wiggle
You truly are my Sunshine, Babe
My life would be incomplete without you
I fall asleep with my fingers on the keys
I wake up to a numbered screen
And then There’s dreams left unattended
Causing a strange chaos to brew in the back of my mind.
It’s a dark cloud waiting to devour me
So I try my best to type a few word
The the clouds disperse and I can tend my dreams once again.
I don’t really have anything left to say
I could write some happy bullshit
I could write the emo shit I love
But I don’t have it in me
Momming is all I have to do right now
Everything else has sunk back into the background
Summer is here and nothing is prepared
No fitting swim suits
No watermelon shaped towels
But we do have marshmallows to roast
And a backyard to roast in
And board games and a family to play them with
A penny in a crack On the sidewalk
A dollar bill blows
Tilting side to side the way a butterfly does but less graceful
The Receipts rested on a pile of trash in the bin
Collected by a man dressed in blue
The penny is still Wedged between two squares of cement
Why am I here
The brick walls swallow my voice as they reach toward the heavens
Why am I here? I ask myself one more time.
To learn to be around writers like me. Well, not like me but also writing.
But we write alone
So alone that we pay money to be around people who understand the solitude writing requires.
We hash out ideas
We walk and ask ourselves how we got here and possibly where are we going with this
The host reminds us that others who’ve attended got published, he flashes their books and moves on.
Maybe that’s why I’m there
To try and figure out what to do next.
Deep down %my sleeve and down my back is where the heart of this poem lies. I think I can reach it if I do yoga, then maybe I’ll clean the house and if that doesn’t do it surely I must need a nap. On second thought maybe I’ll start with tha nap.