this is probably going in my manuscript. also, been thinking a lot about why the weather sucks, i think i have actually settled on the excuse that im too picky. yep.

A Step Forward is a Step Sideways

If our green eyes were stones cast

like a gypsies trail across the united states

or a red hot humanitarian summer.

The beach of entrailed needles

a porcupine in brail for the romantics,

whoever they may be nowadays

If you even think it’s possible.

Cliffs like unleavened bread

scraping their teeth against the water

with a sharks hunger at the sight of blood.

The maps of green pastures decoupaged

To the inner workings of a new life on mars.

Reach out to the red sky for the first time

our hands were braided.