August In July
It is my favorite part of the summer.
The air gets chilly at night,
Like fall is reaching out the window and blowing kisses onto my cheeks.
I watch the sun set over Classon Avenue.
The street is quiet as Sunday mornings,
The moon shines on my back as the sun sinks beneath the skyline.
It gives me my life, it gives me my words.
For the first time in a long time, I find myself writing.
tonight i am not scared to grow up
for a long time,
i was afraid to grow up.
that just as the grass and the sunflowers and the cattails grow,
strong and tall and beautiful
So do I.
Things Have Gone Wrong Today
Part of me,
Is wishful thinking,
Is reading into the words,
Is beating heart and wondering,
If it’s my fault.
Time and time again,
I can’t keep my heart from bleeding onto my sleeve.
I wonder when I will be enough.
It’s been months.
Too much time since hearing your voice on the phone,
Your hands across from mine.
There are too many complications on the table tonight.
Just for an evening in the summer, let these butterflies in my heart be right.
The sun sets over Long Island City.
The subway doors open and the dusky early twilight moves in.
Rarely do I take an elevated line,
Watch the thousand lives of this city expand into starlight beneath my feet.
It will be dark when I come out onto Classon Avenue,
One more walk until I cross the familiar corners that lead home.
The train sweeps under the tallest buildings.
I am one of a million souls on this night,