Use Your Outside Voice

Unless you 

are in

a library 

My favorite; kind.

May seems far away. It’s been  

years since I’ve felt that

fevering spring suits me 

and finding the wild

violet seeds I sowed in October 

of ‘25 flowering  

really has lit something 

inside of me

that makes me excited for 

every evening;

kneeling, calculating, being 

in the yard feels so good, right 

now I forget how 

dirty my fingernails are.

Too Rigid to Know I Am Soft

 Core memories 

Time travel 

Dive bars

Patios

Lampposts 

Camel Blues

and mousse 

in no particular order