standing over the kitchen sink
to catch the crumbs.
The morning light breaks in
through the window,
I think about putting my phone
in the garbage disposal.
We are buried beneath
the weight of information
which is being confused
with knowledge.
But the Magic won,
and I played Barbies with the kid,
talked poetry with Carly Michelle.
The neighbor’s dog barked at nothing
and I barked back;
we understood each other,
two souls howling
at leaf blowers and deadlines.
I didn’t check the mail.
I let the day sit beside me,
quiet and unfinished,
like a song
with no chorus—
just verses that breathe.
I let the day sit beside me,
quiet and unfinished,
like a song
with no chorus—
just verses that breathe.