(for Jenny)
Sometimes I think
I can see atoms
If I squint hard enough
And look out past
What seems to be there
To all the beyond parts
Where colors are
Sort of dancing around
The edges of everything else.
A bit like Lake
Michigan when I
Look out over it
And feel my toes
Sink into sand
I want more than this housewife life
Where my colors are
Sort of dancing around
The edges of everyone else.
But I will not cry about this.
Okay, I’ll kinda cry about it.
Should I cry about this?
I gotta cry about it.
Hallelujah.
What should I do now?
All my days
Have started to
Blur into shapes rather round,
Cycloramas of same
Going in circles again.
It’s not that I don’t love you, I do.
I just need to love me, too.