Stack all the chairs up and erase the night before. Spots on the tile washed away. Glasses stacked in cupboards neatly. Brand new kitchens. Start over.
Air gets cool when the sun feels no reason to have lunch. Light a firework in the bathtub and tell all your old classmates you’re a feather now. Pools and skinned knees and this is how it is to be.
I’ve never lost anything I didn’t try to get back. And then, at some times, I just didn’t want it anymore. Throw em’ into the river. Shakes those blues girl, you got a golden heart.
So many things that pile up on top of us. So heavy we can barely check the mailbox without aching. The heat works but the canaries always need another canary to make sense of their space. Two little birds. Two little beaks. The eggs are laid and the babies are born and people go to church and forgive themselves over and over every Sunday.
Fill your socks up with jewels and bury them in the backyard. Keep the secrets you promised you would. Paint your nails and let your hair down. This isn’t for everyone. Its not just for you.
Someone walked on the moon once. I set too many alarms.