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.
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
The breezeway is full of stuff I’ve been meaning to get to.
Some new shelves
Chalks and bubbles
Toys and board games for fun family game nights
I’ll get to it.
To the organizing and shelf building
I have the set up in my head.
Th kind with cubbies on the bottom
One with a few cushions warmed by the sunlight
The other bare under the chalkboard hung on the wall
And then shelves will fill the rest of the space
I’ll fill them with books
This will be our space. The place we go for peace and reminders of our inner child.
I’ll build this space
The tables are filled with Tacos
And all the fixens
There’s no where to sit but standings just fine
I’ll eat my tacos and I’ll take my time
The chicken ones they go down kinda rough
But the beef ones now those are a sin
I lick my fingers and go up again
I shouldn’t I know
But tomorrow I’ll workout hard like I have been.
There is a reason why you’re here
It’s to read this poem and to realize this poem’s existence would cease without you
It would be silent
A dead silence with the night air stuck in a place that never really existed
It would lack the chaos of us
Trees would fall into oblivion
I would fall into oblivion.
there’d be no us
there’d be no poetry
You are the poetry
I tuck the covers between my legs and Nestle in.
I can’t even keep my eyes open
It’s time to snuggle up and dream big dreams
She’s in the mirror while sunlight pokes her in the face she feels as each oblong word beats it’s way out
I am worthy
I AM worthy
I am worthy
I am WORTHY
She crawls under her large comforter, blinds drawn. Her small mouth crackles with spit as she opens it to whisper:
i am worthy
I don’t believe God pre plans out our lives for us. I think we are born into a family we don’t choose to be in and we then make a life for ourselves with whatever opportunities we are given. Some have far more and some have far less and that’s just the way it is.
Lenses are clearing
And fishing has begun
Tap tap tippity tap
Sounds the keys
An alarm to wake up
It floats by once in a while
There’s bouts of numbness I dont want to speak of
But we need this
We need this To live
to sacrifice our bloody insides
To return to the ash
We have yet to become