Facing Down Love

kissing the difference
between the ride and the wishbone
is called “crossing the road”

I get motion sickness
just thinking about
starting over

some days I run
like a stupid athlete
in the teeth of evil weather

lying down feels better
if you don’t think
about those whirligigs

brain cells have issues
with the skull bone
of no escape

it is so hard
to imagine anything
colorless like “freedom”

I wish this rope swing
went all the way to heaven
but I’d come back
for you.

Published in Mapless, SHINE Poetry, 2026