Changes you, if only in phase,
like snow settles under sun.
I Want to Write a Poem
I want to write a poem in one sitting
as final as the past, like when
I made a boy laugh so hard
by hanging a pear from my nose
root beer exploded from his face.
Then he cried.
I don’t remember much else about him
except that he was twice my size
and ate mayo sandwiches on wonder bread.