Goldenrose

her hands are chapped and raw from anxiously 

peeling away her skin

so she goes through every fidget she can find

and wears them down until they break.

her lips and nose are red and cracked

If the sky above you 

should turn dark and full of clouds

Paint your palette blue and grey

look out on a summer’s day

We all need somebody

It was the month of May 2023 

For 4 hours we drove from Susie to York Beach 

And it was the last time we visited Maine when you were alive. 

"Please explain a tree,"

I ask, and before

The natural silence of pondering, 

The chirping of thought as woven melodies,

The rotation of gears churning into place,

Sometimes, 

they think the forests must have been constructed,

around the railroad. 

That the tracks were built up from Earth long ago,

i don't want to love someone

because i'm supposed to

you told me, one night in mid-july.

warm air and sun fading in the sky,

i want to fall in love with someone