The flowers are open at night, 

which makes me think they’re dying, maybe

or within hailing distance, 

at least in terms of road games. 


I spend a lot of time standing in line, 

trying not to look like a teenager, 

Scrolling through apps that track risk factors 

that seem stupid to track.


The sea passes 

rolling dead boats on dead sea.

You sit there 

in yoga pants 

blinking at Netflix. 


I’m the space between two ancient organisms: 

Car Show and Pneumonia.

A zookeeper feeding the finicky elephant. 


We should get a drink this week. Sit

in the yard on the first day of school

trying to remember the meaning 

of the children’s names.


The game of life 

every day all day.