Seasonal Madness

No alarm today.

Still groggy cause of

noise from the street.

In pajamas on

the sidewalk when

I collect the mail.

I didn't leave enough time

to tell you--

I found the note

you wrote across the

chalkboard on the wall.

Making my insides 

feel like cotton candy.

I'll wrap my idea of love

tightly around my finger

cause I don't know

where anything goes. 

Reviews

[Brett Moore]

I love this. I love the newness and awkwardness of the feeling. You express the muddiness of our lives so well. The rush to nowhere important that somehow takes over and pushes out the things we later realize are all important.

I'll wrap my idea of love
tightly around my finger
cause I don't know
where anything goes.

The last sentence is stuck in my mind. I keep coming back to it. Great poem.