Man with hot pink rain pants 
and a purple sweatshirt on a bike
Brown plastic chair on the eave of a roof facing the sun 
the house with the day bed and art supplies
in the front room forever dusty untouched
grading my overall performance 
with my evil little mind
be simple
water my own flowers
inkling 
fantasy
dream I’m helping my older sister process drugs to sell 
alone at a desk in a room lined with tall shoe racks and old shoes
fist sized colored glass stones all different deep reds and pinks and mints that I’m to crush into powder
I wake up complicit and can’t fall back asleep 
washing my thoughts
hanging them up around the house
over the patio furniture
familiar paradise
one good hand painted sign 
would change everything today
one good poem
One of those digital bees hovering closer and closer to me
Rubbing my eyes till pixels distort and fly in all directions

pet 1 two six

blurry days but note they're different

attitude chiropractor

ask not what your boyfriend can do for you...

between me/myself

i walk at night to the ocean

sing my own songs

the sky is unreal big and dark

with countable stars and satellites

waiting for a new clue to worship

this week the beautiful things

are so tiny

in fact there's no time for them

i've been living outside myself

big possible

impulse to tell the couple carefully placing 

the newborn in a stroller

that one day it will be a 32 year old woman

taking a nap in her car on her lunch break

yesterday songs made me feel things

another 15 in my car

just in the parking lot

it is raining on my car

and my body is cold under my clothes

and I try to feel like, high school inspired