by Josh Lefkowitz
I wanted there to be something
more than summer
and this gray interior.
The medication was working
I could tell because I was still
alive, but oh, I missed the radiant
oranges and yellows at the crispy edges.
And red. Put in a line about dangerous red.
The Upper Peninsula was a place
I kept thinking more and more
about, as a shed-worthy destination.
I’d miss taco night Tuesdays for sure
but maybe once alone I’d get it right.
Right – as if they don’t sell distraction up there.
No, my work was meant to unfold in the city
of myself, population of one.
Alright, that’s enough – I think I’m done.
Put in a line about tomorrow.
Good. Now get there.