Do all this grit your teeth, grin and bear it.
I think I’ll go long for hope,
that slippery non-object.
God is not dead and love isn’t for suckers,
better yet,
I’ll convince the enemy of my enemy to love them.
To delight in dolphins and sidewalk chalk is
Politically correct almost always.
Yes — cliche is all that’s worth living for —
Growth mindset — to think of someone standing when a wheelchair rests on trashcans on the
curb. Joy to the world,
There are surfers surfing and they look so good
Backs shining like slick mammals. I must be dreaming,
It’s starting to feel like dogs never die,
Like it’s time to re-open the Santa conversation.
Did I tell you about the gnat on my birthday cake,
I felt how it must have felt for such a creature to sit on sugar, an unmovable force.
I think it’s about time we sit in a circle and hold hands.
A girl,
I used to be in a room painted the color of melted ice cream,
Tiny emperor, I expected and received miracles,
Kept them until they went to a new and loving home.
The walls are still melting but the painted over baby blue
Tells me I can only run so far.
Goodbye Gilded Age,
Goodbye assertion, admittance of knowing anything.
New things are going to happen to me now,
Good things, moodboard things, lavishly normal,
All my money is on the mundane.
Grief, penultimate string bikini,
But don’t we look good barreling, undulating toward the sea, the surfers, the dolphins,
God’s rainbow hopscotch.
I can’t bear the eye crinkles that make me look like you but I love you and them.
I’m not mad anymore, I’m not even mad at you anymore. A truce.
I will look both ways,
have hope indented around my eyes and cheeks and forehead.
Is there a way to keep eyes open all the time,
I look at my dream and my dream looks back at me,
I willed the world to be and finally it bent.