when I think about you
I think of thunderstorms
and the smell of pourover coffee.
I think of marbles rattling
into a plastic jar, I think of
freshly vacuumed carpet.
I think of floppy wolf cubs and
round scrambled eggs and
handwriting scrawled on
paper. I think of clean
cotton on skin and the lap
of river water kissing
my toes. I think of the
bursting green of summer
of the taste of hot chili-
cheese fries and crispy cold
lemonade. When I think about
you, I think of cocoons and
the call of chickadees
the splash of stone into water
the sun on bared t-shirt arms
roots that somehow
reach
and cradle
at the same time
holding me.
5/11