I love the little bubbles
that butter makes in my coffee;
I sip them slow and quiet.
Life is a lighter shade of loud right now,
and I wonder if it will speed down...
Despite the wound on my chest,
bullets are bouncing off me,
ricocheting to yesterdays.
In the end
of the beginning...
Light me on fire
in an olive green suit,
black button down shirt,
and some Jordan 1s
that my daughter drew on.