Writing

it’s 2am and i’m still lying awake

with thoughts in one hand and feelings in the other.

how can i go to sleep with a head full of stars

and my face running away

up into the sky

looking for the moon?

The little boy

his little red raincoat

I remember my little purple raincoat

it used to feel so big.

His grandma

her black raincoat

trowel in hand

I remember my grandma teaching me gardens

midafternoon moon

deer skeleton

rummaging the burned dark remains of an apple tree

fruit thrown 10 feet away

one single alone deer

can't hear my sneeze

i wish i could walk with you

Hell is hugging the guardrail as you traverse the highway

Feet bare to glass and rust and stone upon stone

Limbs driven by the atrophy of snapping tendon 

All the little animals swam up to feel the air that day.

They danced in the water like they never had before.

I know they did.

so what should I say now?

that I will back away?

you'll chain me with your words

until you get your say

and shoot your shot with her

because you have a chance,

and I'll stick to my side,