I.
The ocean looked extra blue today.
It was so clear I could see the edges of Marin.
My acupuncturist laughed at my joke.
“I have a better personality in the summer.”
II.
Beauty is not a prerequisite for love.
I sent her the bracelet my aunt gave me.
I now see time as a persistent wave.
The air is chilled and warm in the sun.
III.
Sometimes I see my body from out of my body.
Sometimes I see the grooves I’ve carved in my life, like paths in the snow.
Sometimes I greet winter ready for its lessons.
Sometimes I crave the familiar star.
IV.
When you said I could be in charge, I believed it. When you said I had a vision for the future, I was ready. The fact is: moving forward lands you somewhere you’ve never been—a dream is memory—a bid for desire—how could one ever forget the color blue?
