13 Tombstones, Coyotes Behind Them All

the greenest grass I've ever seen
was a print ad in a magazine
for a lumberjack lawnmover,
and it was then I knew
I would not live forever. 

my friend in Queens 
calls me everynight,
but I am always sleeping
so I can't save her,
and for my dreams I am sorry. 

between my rom-com life
and all the takeout I have eaten,
there are hopes which hide
in plain sight on airplanes,
maybe in the pockets of a thrift store hoodie.