i’m in one of those times of life where everything seems too long, but every day seems too short
makes me think of my friend's journey on a mudsnake
symbolic of sorts, of course
but the journey ended, and he told me one late night
on a possibility pertaining to our might
that finding that red bottom belly
was the most bittersweet piece
of life
he’d ever find.
nails painted red, and i’m sittin' in front of a flower shop down University
watching a man named Cole switch out
two of my tires that a curb devoured
my garbage can done turned over
and i’ve got 3 counts of people trying to deliver me flowers
watering my mom's potato vine that i’ve been watching die
hydrangeas last a good three days,
just like my grace.
i call them funeral flowers, and they’re on my counter
i hope this silence is enough for you to understand my power
learning to be more honest
momma told me it’s all i can do
and in this, i’ve learned;
confused people will always be confused.
tires blow out on Christmas and long road trips
and silence is louder than the mighty Mississippi or an airstrip
asking myself:
do trees make a sound when they fall in a forest with no one near to hear?
i’m saying no to flowers but praying the yellow daisy in my backyard comes back to life
and praying a hurricane can find me in grace
exit on the second floor of Garland
no econ 202
no more quinoa salad for you
funny what a flat tire can do.
but if you catch the right storm
and fuck up a set of brakes
and order a pizza after cookin' a veggie plate
you’ll see the irony in every weekday
and the love
in every hour past noon
when the sun sings you the blues
and your mom tells you she’s proud of you.
Isaiah's mudsnake and Louisiana earthquakes
bell peppers and a sweaty face
takin' days just waiting to get paid
a week of walkin' in the rain
popping tires costing five hundred may’s
and missing my mom while she’s far, far away.
honest.
that’s all i can do
and that’s all i'll ever be able
to offer you.
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