Fresh

I was thinking about the Midwest.

White, orange, and black cars.

The color of the craft,

our New Year

Spotted on the first day of Summer.

Sometimes fresh starts aren’t always so fresh.

Sometimes they are hot and burning off scorching concrete.

Sometimes they are born on Midnight in the suburbs of Connecticut.

 

Sisterย 

I will be the ground you walk on. 

Earth.  

Steady and true

When you get dizzy 

You can lay your head down 

And pour all your tears onto me 

I will use them to grow a tree for you

You don’t have to get up;

I will cover you with moss and ivy

Let you sleep it off for the next couple decades.

When you awake 

You will be softer than you once were 

Cool to the touch 

So when you try again 

And fail 

You may lay your head on me once more 

and I will protect you. 

I will continue to bloom trees in honor of you

Each time 

Something new will be birthed 

Because of you

You see, they think our tears are our weakness

They do not know 

We are Earth 

Stitch

Mixing and matching and memories and dreams.

I saw that color red again

It was a door this time 

Pulsed like a siren 

You weren’t at that party

But I wrote you in anyway 

I talked to Ray 

I talked to Edd 

Those were real 

I keep sewing you into my thoughts and I can’t backstitch it out 

You’re woven into the fabric 

And whenever I picture it

The fabric is always red