what occurs when pesto and noodles and sangrias come to play
discourse of years, people who passed, people who stayed, we
plan for a party where we would invite all our youth: so many
years collapsing into each other. one more funeral to plan for
used to be we planned for showers for babies and long gowns
she was there. and i was drunk. and i got married. two months
before hers i caused a split: he was at his truck and I said hey
but it wasn’t her - then it was her - then they weren’t - it was
enough to cause her to stop - a truck and him and a not her
she understood me as she understands now - how it all seems
to be going so fast - heading into a direction we have no say
sleep is always good as is a good bottle of wine - a few laughs
a few tears and many promises of how it all does not matter
and how it all does
