put my anteup or fold
my energy where my mouth is
mama always said i get good
at writing when summer's close
today is not an flexed arm day
but yesterday was; the spine of the hill
we was on and yet still touched
by komorebi, or
whatever sweet scented achesunshine
syntax nooneknowstonotice
because sometimes
im trying/weakening too hard/much
to turn deaf ears
words lose their meat
almond scent, buckeye flower
message sawdust
i remember you wanted to carve my
name into that tree's spine but now
is ironically a stump.
laugh.
