Sediment

Big sky
Bigger than her blue jeans

Arches and doorways
See you through the pinhole

Still wide open
Body like a statue

Field of flowers
Pick me a pink rose

Reading Joan Didion on the couch at my friend’s house
Drinking earl gray vanilla tea, add water endlessly

Pick at mud on the hem of my pants with your fingertips
Spider legs on the floor, we’re draped in sediment

Gray clouds, stuck inside
Sweet and simple, pink in the middle

Those eyes, what’s behind
Laid out on the grass above the city skyline

There’s a tent in a field I go there to feel
Hold a small animal, let it go as it pleases

Glacial pace when I look at your face
See the words on the page
Write it down to believe it
Believe it
Believe it

Reading Joan Didion on the couch at my friend’s house
Drinking earl gray vanilla tea, add water endlessly

Pick at mud on the hem of my pants with your fingertips
Spider legs on the floor, we’re draped in sediment