visions

ann.u.al

morning of may seventeen,

two thousand fourteen.

it's 10:21 right now and i'm

sitting here in my pajamas

on the family room carpet,

typing this with my chin

on my knee.

thoughts are striking me

like the sun from the window

at my back, and all of the

thoughts are of years.

and of one year ago.

morning may seventeen,

two thousand thirteen.

it was 10:21 and i was

sitting in lit class in my

corner desk on the far side

of the room, discussing

a midsummer night's dream

and thinking about everything

that would happen that night.

because that night was the play.

(our second performance, to clarify.)

and it was also a sleepover

with one of my dearest friends,

but that's a minor detail.

because a year ago

today

is when

i fell

for you.

for the first time.

and i don't know if there's any

significance to this, but

i just think it's a thing

i'm willing to brag about

and write a poem about

and i love you, god damn it,

that's all i have to say.

one year later,

still true.