the pressures of occasion in a tender loving empire


hopes are up.
up in the sky.
past where the balloons pop.
past where the birds poop on my friend's St. Louis Cardinals hat.
past where we can see without squinting.

hopes are on my back.
burdening me.
making my posture pull.
permanent and black like tattoo.
ever present and reminding like crows.

hopes are hidden.
in plain sight.
by everyone you know.
carried like bread and poetry.
held tight like today's dying.