poem

anything you can talk about 

and everything that you can’t 

is a poem.

crystal frost on your car window

that you don’t defrost

so you can look at it longer,

ignoring the road just a bit.

the hiding place you had as a child.

your cat

definitely your fluffy monster.

the girlfriend you didn’t marry,

the sky at dawn,

a coffee break,

sex at sunset,

half moon sorrow