on drunken eyes

reading simone de beauvoir

in a quiet, empty bar.

white zinfandel and

cigarettes are the

combination.

on tap.

hair that

is trying to grow

out

and

tangled.

gutting out the

house

for to sell with

strangers coming

by

unannounced.

sagging bookshelves

with weight.

dirty fingernails,

knives and plates.

seashell blue walls

with waves and waves

rushing in

on my drunken

eyes.

asleep.

new notebooks,

french verbs,

and mindfulness.

vintage cups and

vintage words

in pictureframes.

seeing things like

one year ago today,

hospitality and the

crescent moon.

moonshine.

frostbite, bend porch,

wes' hope for me.

new smells and long

trips.

learning

awareness and

selflessness and

ultimately

surrender to the

vision.