Sharks teeth

Everyday gets harder. Because there's something new to experience. I peel back layers of grief; and each one adds a multitude of others to explore.

I know what would happen. And I have expectations of the current course. I plan for every contingency wondering which plan Ill set into motion.

I had an anxiety attack at work today. And I made myself breathe. When I get home, I'll put my baby to bed and cry.

Collections

I remember--

The first time I heard your voice.
The taste of the air
the color blue on the bus turning the corner.
Minutes before I met you.
The earthy texture of chickpeas dissolving.
Lemons and Kale.

The first taste of your skin on my tongue--
Red beds and hip bones.
A flag in the window smoking hopeful smiles.
The warmth of your palm seconds before I thrust it away.
Lingers still.
I take a dollar and feel lighter than I'd ever felt before.

A slouching figure at the corner, full of surprises
Knowing lips that were once pierced--no longer.

I do not follow direction.