I finally read

my birthday poetry books

am I six months late?

five syllables max

is how my adult life plays

(with seven sometimes)

I can’t be lightning

Kate Baer, Andrea Gibson

but I can smile

and these random texts

are so stupid, coming home

yet mean everything

but this is for you

my reliable reader

my friend for so long

who gave me the book

and writes poems in your dreams;

walks worlds with me.