~Trolley~

idle wings
can't be
good for me
so let's
call it
what it is

you're the
horseradish in
my marinade
as the
day's
yawn and stretch

changing the
winds I
step out
of my line

can we
have a
greasy breakfast
on the couch?

letting my
mind wonder
this superb
sensation of
trying to
go back to
my life
it is
impossible possible

these ginger
candies are
intense feels
like I
might be
going off
my trolley

I didn't want to
tell you
what I
was thinking
because your
mind goes
off in
every direction

what a
delightful initiative
it was
cheers how
intoxicating the
smell is like
electric violets
whispers of
icy comfort

same day
different shoes
~Sarah Mahina Calvello