“if pain doesn't lead to humility, you have wasted your suffering."
-katerina stoykova klemer
the feel of plastic
in my sweaty palms
is appalling to me,
especially if it is
an iPhone case.
standing on the back porch,
making work calls,
hoping to see a bunny,
I hate the hot day
and the way my hands are wet
with anti-anticipation.
I ask her her middle name,
because I need a new muse,
and it will do for now,
until pow
when I am struck.
lightning or arrows,
the foreseeable future,
grace me with something
cool and dry
that I can hold
for longer than a summer.