Tracks
I’m sitting next to you
On the train into NYC
We sit so close
I can hear you exhale
I point out landmarks
And billboards
Just to look at the way
Your neck meets your cheek
When you turn your head
My head - your shoulder
As the sky drifts
From blue to orange
I consider picking up
The newspaper lying at my feet
Just to read our horoscopes
But I don’t
I know yours says you’re there
And mine says I’m here
Why do dreams end
When I open my eyes?
One Letter
May 24, 2026 I wrote a bit today. I played in the garden for awhile and I cleaned some algae off of a lily pad. I had to force myself to st...
