I want to write you a letter. Email me three words at firstname.lastname@example.org or sign up on my home page and I will.
This is a poem from I Love You, Rite Aid!, a chapbook available to purchase in August.
Theory of Mind American
I want strangers to wonder about me
thoughts beautiful like a crafty
WiFi password like a Lily petal
frisbeed into the canyon of text message
pollution. One confession is we never
confessed. Melting pot can mean
same parking lot two grocery stores
different tax brackets but still the cinema
of summer coming. We’re rarely closer
to our bonobo humanity
than when talking about our allergies.
Joy waits to be grabbed in a desk chair
splayed on its side on the street
(like a chandelier) waiting for its newest
foster family. May ignorance towards
apathy morph into a Slip’ ‘N’ Slide.
Make empathy into story how every night
even a devil closes his eyes, lays
seven hours on back, his nose
saluting the underside of cedar roofing
stained by a man afraid of the dark.