ptsd

I try to distract myself

list kinds of flowers I like

learn to play that song

drive with the Saturday morning ragas blasting

is the mugwort drying on my dash dangerous

to dream while operating heavy machinery

park & walk through shade patch

to sun spot
another way to say
dappled

I like the back parking lots 

that secretly link all the shops

stop and lean against the sharp stucco corner of a building

finish listening to the funny song we wrote

before going into the thrift store

white skirt, doesn't hurt

squint into the intersection and laugh to myself

straighten your spine

like the stem of a flower in water

find your breath

like a friend in the crowd

I try to apply the old answers

to all my new questions

pretending they are the same as ever

but my stomach nags me