A TRIP TO THE BOOKSTORE ALONE

the camera on the phone

auto-corrects the vanilla sky i am

trying to Capture

the calm before the Midwestern Storm

the cicadas warning us

what is to come.

memories of childhood like magma underneath

reminding me of Innocence lost

never to be regained

all of the possibilities now Vanished

Stolen

by the choices made

by myself

and circumstance

and excuses.

i beg to turn off the Filter

and take hold of this pain

11 july 2025