MATTHEW DAWKINS

Suffering through January

Gas prices are at an all-time high
and we don’t live in a walkable city.
How fast is too fast? Or
between never and right now when
is seeing you acceptable again?

You’ve grown a beard and proved me wrong.
Everything seems to have shifted a little to the right
I think it all is wanting to leave me
behind.

Seeds are
planted under my bed and the little monsters will grow, see,
my carpet is soil and the
the rain is yours truly.
By July there will be a tree born from the second floor
lifting my bed through the roof, to the sky, withholding nothing
but
me in it.

From here I can see
nothing has changed
and all the stoplights are amber.