October 2021

I twisted about my torso.
I bent my knees until I made the floor. I got low.
I slid out and rolled until I faced up—
I saw the ceiling. The ceiling saw me.

It spun. I went around, funneled into my own damn mind.
I was with you. I saw the October air float
like a halo above you. I think the wind understood, too.

Oh, happiness finds me, usually suddenly
and not for long, but I cherish it.
There are moments sprinkled here and there
intermittently. In those moments I make sure to go
very slow-motion.

Isn’t it wonderful? To be rolling like I am?
To notice thoughts as if they were truth—
don’t snort at me. That’s exactly how we make ourselves:

I test the grass. The grass is wet. It only takes a moment
to decide I don’t care. I crisscross and you do, too.
We take a deep inhale of the city lit up before us. Mmmmhmm.
The air is cut grass and weed smoke. The light like lavender on silver.
You pass me the bag with a nudge and a nod. A smirk, too.
I pick out the apple fritter.