April in Denver:
sometimes it can be as cold
as a teenager

April in Denver:
sometimes it can be as cold
as a teenager

paint our broken souls
with layers of gold filling
maybe then we win

scene five from a marriage:
a broken spring equals a broken toaster
but not just any toaster
my bake-everything toaster
my savior to a shitty oven
my air fryer
my baker of brownies and pies
my upper-class kitchen in my middle-class house
i asked if he *thought*
it could be opened up and fixed
and before i’d moved the laundry
from the washer to the dryer,
he had the drill out.
you’ll never find this
i want to tell the world
my daughters
my soul at age nineteen when he walked
so uncertainly
into Pete’s Kitchen
but i did.
i found the man who’d drill a toaster
on a hellish Thursday
a Thursday dripping with tears and self-doubt
just another scene
from a marriage that works.

sometimes we need hope
when the world feels hopeless
this student brings it

senior pics are up
announcements are in the mail
let’s hope for the best

the orchid is done
it bursts at thirty-two blooms
yet the blooms don’t die

irrigation system
the first time building a fence
and Sunday is won


it's not romantic
and yet it's so romantic
i garden. he builds




in Denver, it's spring:
our version of spring showers?
a little snow, please

what do the pets think?
find a spot, window gaze
April showers love


PSAT purge:
cleaning out my teacher desk
since boredom is god

morning walk purge:
catching the fire of sun
before blanching light

walk-in closet purge:
buying simple solutions
no wasting a soul