i don't want to be sad, but even my joy is melancholy joy. i will be sad in this world.

i recover quickly for you.

i will bring you jacinto kale and turmeric peanut butter balls mister.

the mourning of independence day. just catching up.

i crashed, there was an angel, a body, a body like me.

As Though

One tiny thing
A gap in the sidewalk
A splinter in the heel
Throw everything off
One angel can avert disaster
It's complicated 
But the water, the water is full
Of memories and angels.

  
Though with the angel
I still crashed
I crashed with the angel.

when you crash
you feel all the surrounding forces
come into your body
you feel the cortisol surge
the hurt suspended 
the air around you
fragile potential
aspirational
willing

 this toxic holiday recovery.
 

We need time we don't know
we have.
We need to feel some
tender poetry
like time fleeting.
We need to live this
inner life
together.