Geri

Love is an abstract painting: 

Colors convey a feeling but not an idea 

the frame barely holds it together and the lines 

trail outward, repeat, and redouble 

Light is lobbed to the leaves and they cradle it 

In the evening they throw it back to the sun 

whose tendrils collect it 

then go home 

I think peace looks like:  

driving on the highway from College Park  

listening to “White Ferrari” 

by Frank Ocean 

Monday 

Rejection 

Run late 

Elections 

It’s a Friday 

Let's lie down 

We’ll figure 

The clock was frozen in amber, but now frost creeps up to crack the warm glow. The minute hand trembles, then moves in wistful whirls. The Christmas tree slumps, its shiny tears clinking against the wooden floor.