tightrope

lately, it's been things like endless record

playing and taking turns.

muted vhs tapes and hallowed

out words.

boys smoking cigarettes in the

living room, yelling at each other

through the telephone.

summer is typified in late treehouse

nights with taylor and shawn.

seeing bob dylan and quitting

my job.

mondays in echo park with the

view of city lights, sleepovers

and hot mornings

and a kiss before goodbye.

and lately, it's been learning how

to manifest good.

believing things will happen,

knowing that they should.

choosing not to worry,

letting go,

being happy.

talking about things like

tattoos and balloons and how

to write without nostalgia.

cookie sheets and long dinner

tables, chapstick and plums

and again - the record player.

hoping that summer will

leave soon and my water

will boil fast.

rocks stuck in cement cracks.

phone calls with nick from

el paso, texas and i'm trying to

figure out how to write and that

i can never say it right.

but then it's dusk again and there

are texts about plans but i'm

tightrope walking on the planks

of my floor and i never saw you

before and i'm busy,

i'm learning how to tightrope walk

on the floor.