didn’t I

I had to tell my therapist
and everyone that I’ve come across
since you left
that I’m hiding all of your artwork

you wanted me to keep it
probably because you know
that I would take good care of it.
there is one fond, maybe two, fond,
memories that I have of our summer romance
one being the warmth I felt
on a hot rock
with you by the river

then driving home in the rain
while you nodded off

three, getting lost on a mountain
while trying to find the best spot
to watch the fireworks

we resulted to a playground
where you took a picture
of us kissing
I don’t remember it

in this picture the
light from the white firework
is illuminating my hair
the halo of frizz looks red
silhouette shows eyes

your face is barely in it
it’s mostly me, on fire
with a grey sky behind me

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to the sea down the road

the best part of me
the good qualities
are hidden in my car’s
glove compartment

amateur self-published
books of poetry that I had
written a few years ago

the passenger sees them
untouched every time
I reach in to grab
my poppy red circle wallet

you read one
while I look out of the window
it’s the best part of me
you don’t understand
why I hide it

we all

In front of a computer screen
and present in the past
A man passes by
arms overflowing with bottles of wine
I look back at the computer screen

you pass with nothing
I give the same look unintentionally
Of course
i swear
It’s late spring
my dirty car is
scattered umbrellas
In celebration I bought
a packet of wildflower seeds.
Then, I got a haircut.

remembering

am i attaching myself to the wall
running through the forest
believing that i’m mildly psychic
with a spinning head
and a sweatshirt of tree sap
and cotton
within a haze two uninterested baristas
dressed in black take my order
strutting one foot in front of the other
listening to conversations
running through the forest
placing my happiness on whether or
not he will be bringing someone with him tonight
taking my shoes off and getting in feet first i
into the cold river looking for a stone to place on
my countertop for decoration
I pick the orange
I leave the river
with my head attempting to take in the surroundings
but only remembering