I don’t
know why
I’m in the garden
kneeling on dirt

In my universe, my arm carries a heart and flowers,
my back a misguided quote

Should have found a job by now; should have slept in the night;
should have boiled old coffee before noon.

My grandmother asked, “Does it feel like being widowed?”

There is so little left of the tomato plants.

Try not to see your own predicament in every fucking thing.

love is a soggy tea stain on a grocery receipt

The storm passes without snow.
The car waits loyally in the back lot.

You are strange, my mother said, dwelling on the past.

Empty vessels
make the most sound, I think,
as you rip the fairy lights off the handrail.

how does an afternoon turn
on its axis?

I want to roll in this moment until I become its vocabulary
until I smell like the bones
until I am its echo…

We stop doing dishes while
a mile unwinds
from the tree outside.

Every so often, they add a tattoo
in honor of some long-forgotten love.

Listen to me: I know
the winter gloom in
mid-summer…