VII

1. this isn’t the right place or the right time. if you want the story, you’ll have to ask me. i’m willing to talk, willing to tell, but not here. this isn’t the right place. it will never be the right time, but that doesn’t matter.

2. valentines day is soon. how do i say thank you for loving me more than anyone ever has, and for making me see that?

3. i didn’t read at the open mic last night. i bought a chapbook from a girl i like to listen to- she’s funny and raw and beautiful in a way that seems very, very brave. i don’t want to read my poetry at open mic. i’d rather read short pieces, about driving, about angels, about you.

4. yesterday, all the lights turned green very suddenly. eight or nine green lights all together, and it was pretty in that way that cities have mastered being.

5. i want to take pictures of the mountains and the skyline and all the neon lights. 

6. last night, i dreamed that the stars in the sky were star-shaped. five or six or eight points. silver and copper and gold and neon. in the dream, i was just standing, staring up.

7.   this is the art of living. i will not regret what’s happened.