12-25-2022, 03:47 AM
Again and in between when we converge,
the moment drifts into the distance with the crows,
cawing over breakfast litter in the parking lot
as white-hot time above begins to burn
away the morning dew. I make my bed
with only the necessary folds, let an hour pass
before drinking coffee to avoid an afternoon crash,
and scroll through social media. After an hour,
I re-watch a show through someone else's tears
and laughter while I sip the coffee cold. Then
when it's time to clean, I vacuum, water a prayer
into the rotting bonsai, do the laundry,
dust the furniture but forget the fan as it spins
for another day, another day like a forgotten poem
that the baseboard keeps, forever
unseen by the lover it exists for.
the moment drifts into the distance with the crows,
cawing over breakfast litter in the parking lot
as white-hot time above begins to burn
away the morning dew. I make my bed
with only the necessary folds, let an hour pass
before drinking coffee to avoid an afternoon crash,
and scroll through social media. After an hour,
I re-watch a show through someone else's tears
and laughter while I sip the coffee cold. Then
when it's time to clean, I vacuum, water a prayer
into the rotting bonsai, do the laundry,
dust the furniture but forget the fan as it spins
for another day, another day like a forgotten poem
that the baseboard keeps, forever
unseen by the lover it exists for.

