the guy…
…who really
really
wanted to open the green doors.
the celebration…
…i didn’t attend.
my sister…
…playing with my palm.
yet another summer afternoon this way ends…
…without
you…
the lava lamp
the quiet, familiar songs
twirl into a kaleidoscope of tranquility
inviting serenity to permeate the incense
smoke-filled room…
happy birthday…
…to myself…
