It’s the color that sticks with me
keeping space in my heart
stained like pavement
under paper flowers in the rain


Bar balance


Five blondes with starter waddles illuminated
by the pale blue of smartphones
eating nachos they will pay someone
to vacuum off their thighs later
don’t tip the native
with the silkvelvet voice
and complicated guitar lilts in the corner
who doesn’t make in a year
what they’ve collectively spent on shoes
in that same span of time
Yet everyone acts as if this is normal
and it is