February 13, 2024

rose-colored **

Remember those days we had amazing hair and valentines
and imaginary universes and a kitten in our lap and creativity?
No surveys to fill out or cancellations to confirm or raffle tickets
or closing receptions. Instead: new songs, wide and encompassing. 
Asteroids and back roads and the benefits of total agreement. 
But I have wonderful news. There is time to spare. A second cup of coffee
on a cold winter morning. The recipe for Swedish Sticky Chocolate Cake. 
The word “roseate.” The couple who makes you believe in love. The color
of flamingo eggs. Lunar delights. Potlucks and art schools. French words
that bring us joy. Another chance to listen, to belong to each other. 

** This is a “stitched poem” I assembled from the preview text of recent emails I’ve received.