MATCH
i know i should be formatting shot lists
but i can't help feeling the expanse of the earth
as i take out the trash
bending dead pepper branches into a plastic bag
as i water my lavender and pray
and i know i should be synchronizing audio
but i can't help but feel the calm in this late november morning
and the endlessness of a new white board
the things at the tips of my fingers waiting for me to craft them
saying please, bring us to life
the children behind the windows in highland park
and i know i should be reading my bible
but how about i make a playlist for my sister instead
and how about i write down my dreams
a fighting match between vision and verbiage
the lyrical landscape of eternity
because this,
this is you.
the burning of electricity,
the sound of a humming fridge.
she was wrong.
it's not the sound of death,
but life.