151

I’ve slipped on my shoes and
I’m pushing the front door open
greeted by rich, dense humidity
creating a thin sheer of dew
on my summer’s skin

I’m transported to this time in my life
when togetherness was just a neighbour away
and every problem felt like a big one
I stepped off the porch
the way humid warmth attaches to me
like nostalgia

there’s comfort in the heat
of feeling so uncomfortable
I place one foot out
and then the other

the cicadas so loudly exclaiming
what a relief it is
to live in the past
because at least, you
always know what happens next.

146

sometimes it feels like
the world is keeping secrets from me
a magical potion everyone is taking
that make them more beautiful, intelligent
than me

some elusive clocking device
the more they hide, the more secure it becomes
I wonder if they confide in each other
their best kept con

I wonder if they think I have one, too

145

even as it seems
the world falls apart
and there are no good people

I consider how rain feels like
the universe, releasing pressure
and that the sun kisses every surface it finds
and how looking for good things
often manifests them

143

Plucking fruit from the tree
tip toe, out of reach
dancing on our feet
nectar on your lip

I was once told that
peeling an orange in one fell swoop
was somehow a marker of good luck
how many times did I have to get that right
to be lucky enough to have you now