grace I want to save kisses like leftovers in …

grace

I want to save kisses like leftovers

in Styrofoam containers

I’m thinking they’re probably better the next day

I want to pick stars like I’m selecting fruit at a grocery store

tentatively squeezing

seeing if heaven is ripe enough for consumption

I want to drive dreams like they’re my beat up VW

letting rubber kiss tar

Knowing eventually I’ll get where I need to go

I want to build sand castles like they’re my new home

with faith

as if more than water holds these walls

I want to talk about love like it’s an element

like fire

hoping to learn how to prevent future burns

I want to wrestle happiness to the mat,

clip good days and paste them up

look at trees and think something deep

know something close to relief

Because sometimes I get stuck in this place

and eventually I’d like to have something resembling grace