April 7th - Loving You is Like

- riding south out of town
on a rusty ten-speed
with the wind in my face
no matter which way I turn

- trying to catch the last bus
before midnight rolls around,
reaching the door only to find
that I left all my change on the bar

- catching that round of influenza
that mimicked food poisoning
and throwing up half my guts
the week of final exams

- running full-speed after a Frisbee
in your ultimate game of the same name,
disc moments from your fingertips,
and crashing into a sycamore

- drowning underwater in a dream
that you know is a dream but feels
too fake to be true to life
and too real to be an outright lie

- the potent venom which was designed
with my particular cellular structure
in mind, which makes me feel both
special and dead at the very same time.

- my favorite thing in the world
because I never know which way
is up, or which door leads
out, or which key opens you.