Summer memory like movie credits
I was nine years old and the end of that summer is now just a memory like credits from a film.
Gideon won’t escape
I try to get Gideon, our guinea pig, to escape. He doesn’t escape.
Tiny ways
The only person I don’t care if she hears me sing is my daughter.
Rebooting
Every time I type in his name the app crashes, no matter what app, online or off, someone else’s computer or mine.
Locked doors without handles
In a dream I wrote a letter to my waking self, in real life that letter was delivered.
Moth trapped in a box
Just because I met a ghost doesn’t mean I believe in ghosts.
California (better off with the smog)
It was the best thing I could get my hands on, like in New Orleans after the Civil War, all the brass and blast instruments for troops talking movement became available to a mixed class of discovery, old music was put through new valves…creating a new value system that got named jazz.
Everything is oceans (particle is wave)
Particles are like waves the way each day is like a life.
Our wedding bands can be bought again
“Why not get new rings?” she pierce eyed me. I don’t blink, smiling like I can’t think.
A loaded gun
His whole adult life he kept a loaded gun within range.
