i think it’s ok to make meaning out of everything

i think it’s ok to make meaning

out of everything

the clock says 11:11 again

and the phone rang when

my nose tickled

i almost stepped on a baby bird

that died in the hot sun

i noticed that little yellow flower growing

in the crack of cement

a ‘now and later’ on the floor

of the papi store

there is something in my eye

the water glitters when

i look at it from this angle

the pebble on the playground

was shaped like a heart

the mugwort kept burning

even when i tried to put it out

i tripped going up the stairs

and that sad song came on

the radion right as i was thinking of you