Road Trip

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2024

spill me over

pretty little teacups

in a love poem

 

seeing us upright

we have finally

found our seats–

 

well maybe not

all the marks yet.

some seatbelts wrangling

still to come,

luggage missing but

my dear–

here is everything we need,

everything we are

 

i have always used poetry

to redefine tragedy

but in these teacups

maybe that’s not all it needs to be

 

have a steering wheel

a careful tetris of all our shoes

empire state picnic baskets

the goneness of some sort of fragility

 

here we are

with your green jacket

(I swear if you ever leave that behind somewhere

I will parachute down to get it)

sticky notes & pages I will fill you into

 

here we are

& all we need now

is a destination

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 5/18/24

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