on my down comforter, which is too warm for summer

the other day, i felt a little taller

a bottle rocket’s skeleton falls onto the roof

a flash there, two flashes here

there is a time of day that is softer,

and i like what you have done to this house


v small

i am your small boy

and you are faster than I thought

i pointed and said “up there” to nothing in particular

the uber notification came out of your back-left pocket

i didn’t tell you, but the other day i Thought About It

and felt dumb as hell

it’s wild to think that i have never even ever

thought of anything before



i am full of little things

all bracing and skittish

clinging onto other little things

i am needing to tell you

that afternoons are just slightly brighter mornings