little u

it’s the starchy language
it’s telling
the message: “Are u well?”
since a word is so rare
I don’t know what to think

interesting
old cupboards—one’s missing a handle
waiting for water to boil
Jake hugs his girl
now you hug me
I always did hate your use of u

a thing to witness

running
to the tree line
young to the unknown within
watching and replaying
innocent eyes wide to
this surreal reconsideration
of what it means to live

I'll take the moment

at such mundane times I'll throw away caution
alone and out of control
like after I sense the layers of emotion
with each measured pause
I'll stop rehearsing lines
and just live

the wall of legos

christmas '97
and that's just what i wanted
well i mean in general

finally some kind of
favorable wind
though it chills all the way through

approaching reservedly
don't get too excited
cause who knows what'll happen