November 21, 2023

what’s true

Raspberries in the breakfast muffin, a tart constellation
of exclamation points. The new friend who writes, You’re 
beautiful, signs her name with a sky-blue butterfly. 
The particular sheen of sidewalk pennies. 
From the couch, a sip of tea, an act of transportation. 
Calling for the cat in the voice of a cartoon mother. 
Rain splatters of toothpaste on a bathroom mirror. 
A bloom of nostalgia from the light of a half-moon.
Grief, a swimming pool made of infinite laps.
You can make war, or peace, out of anything.