2-5 Waiting For The Green Light

I got a,

head cramp,
muscle spasm,
knee jerk,
from looking at my phone,

whiplash, crash,
rolling over,
belly up,
reaching out, arms
hands, fingers, on all fours,
quarters.

digital death.

jazz hands and lullabies,
clear skies, bright, white,
cotton.

I asked him how to guesstimate the weight of Yukon Gold.
Son of a preacher man, who are you
to kiss me in the moonlit gluten-free baking aisle,
yellow roses blushing I ran,
into the apple table, everywhere beards and blue eyes,
and the cold, cold, clear skies of conversation,
I bought caramel, kale, chorizo, and

cotton, white,
bright, skies, clear,
lullabies, hands and

jazz,

candelit, prostrate,
on the carpet, hands
folded inward,
afternoon turns,
to noon in my head,
I think of him, smile
in the fire place, smoke,
evening time paints color,
color flickering on my hands,
blue instead of red,
soup boils over,
with polite conversation,
and then,

I turn the light off.
I walk upstairs.
I snuggle into my sheets.
Tater- Tater- Tater.
I fluff the pillow,
and.

night, me, and a dog-
warm.