I’ve often wondered what makes life worth living
It might have a tendency to change. Like waves
Lake Michigan is more accurate than any horoscope
Somedays are grey and the lake is violent and other days
It’s still grey and the lake is flat. I too have days where
Dawn comes and goes, my affect is flat and still there is water to tread
I am trying to be honest; I am trying to remind myself to be honest
And in all honesty I haven’t been a regular at the lake in some time
Honesty is an orange color.
My friends Nico and Nik were married by the lake. They’re still married
And that September morning we sat on the steps. Nik and Nico were orange
And the water was blue. I was dressed in grey and I don’t think there’s
Any color of the lake and the sky and the trees that can correlate to
Stepping outside yourself. The concrete beach was a sandy color of beige
And blue means so many things. For instance, blue in Minnesota feels different
It feels different than blue in Chicago. Blue in Chicago is rain
Its heavy rain and ripples on a still lake. Nik and Nico and I don’t talk as much
I call Nico a few times a month from across the city to tell him about why I am unhappy
He complains about someone else. And he sits in his apartment by the lake
And I sit in a car on the highway back to my apartment on the other end of the northside
I went on another interview with the Minnesota DNR. I told Nico about the interview
I’ve had 3 interviews for 3 different habitat enhancement positions
It was an 8-and-a-half-hour drive. There were buttes in Wisconsin.
I am still tired. Tomorrow will be here. Tomorrow is orange.
@stoneybair