I am a clean sheet of blank paper, inside and out. What I think will be written and carried out.
New poetry, published in Spillwords Press.
Because of mom’s actions, everything I had with Misa may be over.
I have to tell you something…
Clay gets a hookup from Earth.
My dream is coming true tonight.
I screamed so loud, for years…
It’s eight and my heart plummets. Am I nervous? That never happens…
I’ve had enough of these traditions already. Maybe.
She looks like an exotic mermaid wading through turquoise.
Down, down, down….
Can’t believe I’m responding with smiling faces.
I feel my sunflower move closer to me, gripping my shoulder. I think it’s afraid… Because I am.
I slam the accept button and grip the steering wheel. If this woman makes me crash my truck…
I’m so disappointed in myself I can’t look at my reflection. I’ve never cheated on anything.
Someone was watching. She knew.
We touch each other’s hands as we reach for the papers.
We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.
She daydreams in bed, manifesting you.