We can’t change the things we’ve done, but we can change the things we do. We need to keep moving forward, because every step we take will put distance between where we’ve been and where we want to go.
On average, odd years have been the best for me.
I’m at a point where everyone I meet looks like a version
of someone I already know.
Without fail, fall makes me nostalgic for things I’ve never experienced.
The sky is molting. I don’t know
if this is global warming or if the atmosphere is reconfiguring
itself to accommodate all the new bright suffering.
I am struck by an overwhelming need to go to Iceland.
Despite all awful variables, we are still full of ideas
as possible as unsexed fruit.
I was terribly sorry to be the one to explain to the first graders
the connection between the sunset and pollution.
On Venus you and I are not even a year old.
Then there were two skies.
The one we fly through and the one
we bury ourselves in.
I appreciate my wide beveled spatula which fulfills
the moment I realized I would grow up and own such things.
I am glad I do not yet want sexy bathroom accessories.
Such things.
In the story we were together every time.
On his wedding day, the stone in his chest
not fully melted but enough.
Sometimes I feel like there are birds flying out of me.
Play it safe pessimist
by Lynda Caleca
It isn’t in your palms,
or through a dead relatives soul.
They aren’t underneath your pillow,
or in a deck of cards.
And it most certainly isn’t going to come out of someone’s mouth.
Please, just stop it,
Stop looking so much!
Think about it, it could be anywhere!
Some people think they saw it in a suit,
Some people think they saw it in a class action suit.
Some thought they found it while scratching for gold,
Some haven’t found it, and now they’re too old.
And some just gave up.
Remember your friend? From way back when?
He always found it, he’d say: “it’s right around the ben!”
And you two would play, from sun until moon.
Hell! You two would find it everywhere!
In the zoo, the park, underneath the bed!
Who would’ve thought he’d be the victim of his own end?
Hey wait!
Just stop for a minute, please!
Smell the roses for crying out loud!
Do you smell those roses?
I mean they’re quite soothing,
And the grass is just so fine and soft…
And, wait, just one minute…
Why, I think it’s there…
Why yes it is! It’s right here!
Who’d of thought it was here all along?
But what about the risk?
You’re right; play it safe, little pessimist.
Dreams were only meant for sleep anyway.
But that’s not you!
No of course not!
You’ve got what it takes!
There has never been such an occurrence where great things have been accomplished through lack of risk!
Yes! It’s all very clear!
Come on! Just do it! Conquer the fear!
Because it’s always worse to say you wish you did, rather you didn’t.
So let’s go at it! You’ve got it now!
The answer is here! It’s always been here!
Now go along, don’t worry to hurry! Just steer!
