i fall from the leaves as she trees me. eye read pie while mouth eat poetry. tears are a conspiracy; their presence awash on my sight makes every mistake i made a reason to hide.
i imagine red lights every time i lean into a turn.
maybe i'm lost. maybe i'm lost for so long that i must be home. how many times i've been told, "if you can't love yourself you'll never love at all." maybe the last time. maybe this is the last time.
but there's still time to save the world. this is the dawning of the age of the squirrel. love, laugh, breathe.