wonder if the bathroom mirror
stores these bad vibes in it
my laptop's weird pulse
pretty church bells for noon
I read only 1% of our genetic material is unique
and think fuck the 1%
I miss the 57 bus
(longingly not literally)
Kayla said the days feel long with all my longing
I never acknowledged the length in that word
feel wrung out
like after swimming
I miss the overpass walkway
with the spiral ramps
walking over 580
the sound of the ocean
it curves behind Lakeview elementary
always felt like a cool secret
I miss Morcom rose garden
a random pocket in the neighborhood
the long fountain with low stair step pools
laying on the strip of grass
