Poem #152

he lies atop a cardboard cliff
the boxes bite into his back and shoulder
he raises his phone
and takes yet another selfie
looking brooding and odd
the ceiling is a mere two feet above his body
he runs his finger against the foam tile
he considers knocking everything down
but instead he climbs down
and goes back to work

Poem #151

space jelly with a half-opaque exterior
exists in a lonely vacuum in the universe
its insides: viscous, swirling pastel metallic stuff
its hard exterior protects the gooey insides
but none of it serves any productive purpose
there is no history, just its being
and that’s completely acceptable

Poem #149

he handed her a penny
his eyebrows lifted and he smiled
she took the penny and said,
“everything.”
a crease formed between his brows
“no but really,” he said
she looked him in the eyes
“literally everything”
he looked away struggling for words
he was clearly disappointed
but her mind was never dominated
by only thoughts of him or any one thing

Poem #148

a pigeon perched near the spikes
adjusting its wings to avoid discomfort
it nestled perfectly between ledge and metal
other birds did not even try to land
only the pigeon did not yield
it was settled and comfortable
using its own method to relax