someone made this thing
that was supposed to be
a boat
just four pieces
of plywood
on top of something
buoyant
nothing fancy
but we made
a lot
of good use
no matter
if we caught
a thing
how the sun would
turn that water gold
and though everything
could be so bad
for a moment
it wasn’t
I keep a brass bowl of paperclips from a man that didn't want to even give all of it away but he had to because there was no use for anything like that anymore sometimes I stare at it and wonder if th
it's days like this with the sun blaring and the birds calling with mowers in the distance that I know I wasn't made for summer but I can't help feel the flickering neon lights of anticipation in the
There's a metal cup of coffee getting cold somewhere in a house where someone has forgotten that they even made it because the weight of living in this place and the amount of money owed has taken hol
