9:32 no sense in making sense

I burned my finger on a hot glue gun today

did some double digging

played duck duck goose with some kiddos

and I miss you


played Santeria on repeat

wore lipstick

was three days off when I wrote down April 8th

and I miss you


bad judgment left turns

an elephant revival t-shirt

dreadlocks and nose piercings

chalk ball

an interview

coffee

sweat

silence

black licorice

you


things are changing

but I miss you the same

she was November

and the rain sounded out its warning that she couldn't stay

she'd tried to keep all of it in

but by the time the water drained through

she was already the pages of her favorite book

and by page 121

she was already Oregon

her pulse coursing through the Owyhee river 

because November didn't want her 

and her favorite book always made her cry 

but she was dry dry dry

wondering why she was so much green and so much desert too

by the time he found Oregon

she was already a question mark flowing through his veins

and as she made her way back to his heart

she didn't find an answer

because she was already gone

and she was never November 

or her favorite book

or Oregon

or a question mark

she was never any of these things

she was just herself

and she didn't want to be

he felt her everywhere

but he was in September by the time she was November

and he was on page 108 by the time she left as page 121

and he was beating through the Salmon River in Idaho by the time she was Oregon

and as he made his way back to himself

he didn't have an answer for either of them

because she was already gone

and he still didn't know what to say