Greener grass
7:48
Before the iPhone alarm
The grass looks wet from the window
No car in the parking lot
Seeing a small pack of forest trees
They hold deep, moist water
The branches hang lower and lower
They feel worn down like my nerves
Drained nerves formed from the irritating itch of boredom
Knowing that belonging here at a temporary place
In the current space
Where resonation will never exist
Is healthy
Mirroring a community pool
Rain tickles it with soft, playful taps
Seen once, felt sadness
In the moment, a tenant walks the dog
By the pool
He allows the dog to relieve himself
He refuses to pick up the mess
Annoyed first, raising an eyebrow
Then it is understood
We’re wet
We’re tired
Go home
Dry off
Eyes fade
Feelings of joy
When looking into her eyes
Whenever they are found
She is looking for a blender at Target
If the brand feels familiar to her
Reminding of her aunt’s fruit juices
Oozing with blueberry seeds, honey, and bananas
Love poured in a cup
Warmth cuddled in a glass
Tension swings between our eyes
Now waking up
Wiping the crust from the right eye
Still here
Want to go somewhere
Somewhere that the body
Engaged with creators
Expressing our intentions
Discussing our plans
LInking in the minds
Another place