it’s hard to believe that was just a year ago
she says
isn’t it?
blue bike pinksilver fender
mint green walls i think i ordered something with potatoes
wool socks cold toes
mountain air draped over cheekbones
breath clouds lifting to sky
the spice store across the street with at least five kinds of salt including pink and black was still open
thin tires peeling themselves from wet pavement
time isn’t even a linear thing anymore
i say
it’s more of a constellation
