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.