Popcorn

Just two minor chords 

resonating in dark rooms.  

Something new has bloomed. 

I dreamed

I was the sea

On the sandy coast

Blue and calm

Washing onto the beach

The early morning sun

Glittering off the soft waves

Peacefully

A few early risers walking

Or running

Maybe, 

like steak, 

it needs to marinate. 

Maybe, 

like soup, 

it needs to simmer. 

Or, maybe, 

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 

"Do  you like watermelon?" The store owner asks. "Yes," I say. The store owner pushes a plate of watermelon slices and winks. "It's on the house." I grin, taking one. "Thanks!" I say.

I don't know why I texted you

Spontaneously last night. 

Usually I set up some elaborate plan, 

So I can do everything right. 

You're failing school, 

Well guess what?—So am I,