I. For Henri Frédéric Amiel

He stood on the banks
rivers of time
rushing past
his heart beats his
consciousness down
down down
into the pit
of wordlessness,
which is
black
 with hallucinations.

He had seen
things he was not
supposed to have seen.
A statue made without
dedication,
simply standing;
a spectator to that
great and constant fact
of life
that molecular whirlwind
that incessant metamorphosis
always sinking
in,
in,
in.

There are too many angles on the street to see clearly; the corners
obscure the criminals and the magicians as the sound bends into
concertos named after streets, with their cookie fortunes littering
every sidewalk. Night is anything but intermission; its subtle
hum of sleeping inhabitants and constant machinery
is the track to which smog settles into crumbling
crevices, wrapping up
your oxygen for a
small price.
Couldn’t you find the horizon
a little brighter? I make my luck from
whatever sax tune filters out of the buildings or from
under the bridges. To fixate on a smile is to say, “I’ll have
what she’s having.” There’s no need to believe in mass or gravity;
here the angles keep everything turning, turning, turning so you’ll believe
you’ll never have to leave.

!. What made me happiest: Looking up lazy dog breeds with my boyfriend lol
@. What challenged me: Being patient with my pup Mowgli
#. What confused me: The new Kardashian episode
$. What made me laugh: Seeing how happy my bf was watching Star Wars
%. What I’m grateful for: My family and the opportunities I’ve been given
^. What I’m looking forward to tomorrow: Getting shit done
&. What I learned: It’s important to enjoy what you do
*. What I prayed for: My family and for patience