There is so much evil
in the world! I am running
late to the party! I shouldn’t
have worn Doc Martens.
I can feel the blisters now.
Isn’t vegan leather softer,
springier? Sure, there are
things I don’t like: these holes
forming in my socks, poems
where every line is capitalized.
But you’re here and I’m here
and there is so much joy. You brought
me a pomegranate! It’s not ripe
now but that’s fine. That’s fine.
These party lights glow
so blue, how alluding,
how seductive! It reminds me
of college. I wrote a screenplay
about a clown turned
dominatrix. Made the whole
class do a dramatic reading.
It smells like marbles
in here. Can you smell
that orby shine? You took
the train here, the wind in your
hair. Oh, I know the windows
don’t open. But let’s imagine,
let’s imagine the wind together.
The Tributary 