morning times filled with hope
like a balloon filled with water
made to be thrown
and popped
and ruin someone else’s day

lucky for me i throw
like a girl

jogging wheezing
beneath these green trees–
trash in every yard.

I need another version of the “live life to the fullest” phrase ,
I need it now, a quick word injection thundering through my vein
and spiraling me away from right now where full isn’t what is cracked up to be,
and fullest is a sharply pricking thorn.