grace

… filling in the negative space with positively everything

Comforter

The sky poured out its anger today
Flooded the freeway with frustration
Drenched the streets with ire

And after it was spent
It sighed

The clouds relaxed and settled
Like a down comforter whipped into the air
Settling back into bed
To stifle giggles

It brought back the comfort of your warmth
And the scent of the air around us
Washed clean
By tears

The Sky

i love the sky.

i love watching clouds race. or, i love the illusion of them racing, if clouds are actually nailed to the sky and i am pinned to the ground panning the view as the earth spins.

i enjoy the earth spinning. when the earth turns a corner and the sun strikes the horizon, the flood of colors fractured into the sky make my heart balloon as if emerging from the ocean floor so fast that nitrogen bubbles race through my veins and i pop. the earth spinning makes me dizzy. it makes me lightheaded. it makes me float.

a “grace” float. it tastes like french vanilla, with a hint of almond and cinnamon. it’s so thick you couldn’t even sip it through a boba straw–you have to eat it with a spoon. like new york super fudge chunk i scream.

The State of U

I plant kisses across
The State of U
the way dandelion fluffs drift on puffs of breath
and land
with random determination in fertile fields
reaching out with sinewy roots to grip the earth
and claim a plot as their own.

I water these kisses with my tongue
and watch them grow
into writhing ecstasies,
entwining themselves around limbs
so they may climb heavenward.

Someday
these kisses will bear fruit
and assuage my hunger
temporarily.

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