my petty time traveler
living around and with past me
(this hand was so clean),
my hands in lighter flames tend burn ,it hurts me no more
it’s flower phase in the freezing snow
when it’s *the air season*
pretty men assume their place to the birds, to the birds.
still, care enough to see, and greet me
I remember white Doug
me, being a child
you and me not believing in me
and you, more than anything insecure.
and a lip, more than anything rose
eyes match toes, (10) days go by
like clockwork, I stare every seven
every turn that’s not right
every lost and found black velvet tee.
Every stolen pair of feet and
not being young,
being happy to treat you right.
Eyes rise, sunset,
dreamers, learners, keepers,
children, adults, elders,
dirt, prayers, hopes and dreams,
love, smoke, new cells and