the ice melts unevenly.
frost on the edge of a colorless plane, and
a frayed sense of time.
$0.99 cup of spicy mayo
makes my day, makes me smile.
you are the macadamia,
courting the chocolate
as if it needs a guide.
pigeons want what I cannot afford,
bok choy on rice.
every little sweet counts
and cries with the pop
of my salmon knuckles.
I blush as cherry trees fall.
you and me
down Hackberry street.
forgetting that the north
is soft and tucked aside.
Cat No. 128 of the 500 Cats Project