tiny griefs
when the last bit of wax refuses to light
or the wick spits back its blackened smoke
your deli counter ticket
is still twenty three counts away
~
when the final chunk of nectarine falls
snatched by an undeserving dog
your effort goes immortally unrecognized
weekly garbage, waiting for pickup
~
when color swatches bear no resemblance
evading truth without repercussions
your freshly cut toenail snags
minor assault from inside a sock
~
when beads drip from under your breast
pooling, spreading in the underwire jail
your deodorant masks the odor
but can't escape fear's reign
~
when refreshing the page blanks the screen
this tracking number cannot be found
your ice cream is a little too melted
wet cardboard waffle cone swamp
~
when the perfect parking spot is red
the end of the Windex, one counter down
your date isn't up for it tonight
no problem feel better soon
~
when sorry doesn't seem to cut it
the pinprick widens to a gaping hole
your heart's awareness front and center
here you are, erupting with life