poem as gratitude journal
His body next to mine. Coffee (first cup) and coffee (second cup). September day, bare-shoulders warm, no wind. Women with tattoos and Doc Martens. Every dog I’ve ever seen or will see in the future. Emily Dickinson’s capital letters. Chen Chen’s ampersands. Natalie Diaz and her brother. A love note, used as bookmark. Dahlias until first frost. Unexpected FaceTimes. Frog and Toad riding their tandem bicycle. Dog-paw-Frito-smell. Friends who know how to knit. A bowl of pasta and good parmesan cheese. Ending the day as it began, your body next to mine.