Last poem
i want to feel calm determination in a hoody

i want to seem outwardly, the way i feel inwardly
after a cup of coffee or a ‘good nights sleep’

i want to swallow a blue sky and exhale
slowly, at ground level

i want to expand quietly together
at a steady, familiar pace

we can absorb stars and small birds
and internets

with a diet of dumpstered donuts and
american spirits and
iced soy lattes

we can dismantle our 'inner selves' and lie down
in soft grass
gently

together