Happy May!

I feel like sharing something to start off the month, so here's a poem I wrote last summer called "Evening Walk."

I am taking a walk and eating a slice of cheap pizza
Suddenly it strikes me that I have never lived anywhere where you can see the stars
For a moment I feel sad about this
But then again
I’m not sure why we say shooting stars are good omens in the first place
If you are constantly moving then nothing ever stops
And nothing ever starts

There is an American flag waving somewhere in the distance
And I think to myself that the only time I feel free is when my phone dies

I get home and turn on the news just to see how deranged it is
Nancy Pelosi is mumbling something unintelligible about women’s rights
I am suddenly inspired to make the most of my femininity 
So I send some cryptic version of a “you up” text
And fall asleep on the couch before I get a response 

I wake up to one “wyd” and seventeen texts in the group chat about what each of us would do if we were circus performers
I say I’d do aerial silks
After all
If I’m going to get tangled up in another mess
Might as well make it look nice