one of those self-sufficient type days
they cut the grass fresh and i’m sitting on it
we’re all telling stories, something about
“i broke it off with him because” and
a little bird who’s stalking my potato chips
is not close enough to touch
we’re all dressing for the season
to spite this unreasonable chill—
(a runner tripped into the intersection
while a van turned right almost into her
she hit the ground by its wheels
breaking just in time
i fetched her phone quick and she ran off
the driver shook his head
he idled there a moment
as though another runner might materialize)—
i’m thinking up new words for “being”
i suggest “dividing” and write it down