Popcorn

We were sitting  

On the sand 

Along the shoreline 

Our laughter 

Splashing into the silence 

Of the night 

I could feel the heat flush 

two weeks ago we were stuck in the plains 

somewhere in the midwest with no service. you pulled out 

some 1999 AAA member's map and said 

"crack it open," and i still loved you, even then. words flowed

A tundra desert stretches as far as the eye can see: 

far away, one might glimpse 
a wandering soul 

a little fox, 
fur white as the snow 
eyes blue as the coldest mountain creek 

You can find me inside the flower-patterned shoe box, where I hide the tokens of my memories. The birthday cards, polaroid photos, and even bottle caps represent my life and relationships.

My last time

Walking down steps

Of a rickety, yellow home

Leaving shouts and laughter

Behind me

My last time

Walking down steps

Of a home I hated every afternoon

Flowers bloom, bees buzz. 

Waves crash loudly on the shore. 

It’s summer, at last.