Proper

As my eyes burn from the lies of you, I properly sip my coffee, I wait, watching the heat of the Day take its toll, telling the truth you will not say despite that You see, I see, We see, the shingles cracking, the black tar melting, the ol’ roof caving in on itself and the stupid birds calling this hole home.

Sway

Kindness is why the World
Rises or falls
Thrives or survives 
Why after the fairy tale ends
We walk
Together or apart
Kindness, it means the world 

Kindness is whether 
I serve you donuts
You serve me coffee
Whether when the sun dips low
We rest
Fine or fitfully 
Kindness no matter the weather

No need any more

Wishing, or worse

A third arm

Ambient days and nights every time

Perfect Puerto Rican coffee

Every time

Porch swings that don’t creak 

A squirrel who’ll stay long after lunchtime

And you 

Open eyes forbid this

But I still break for magic