Lipstick pressed onto the rim of a glass,
the crackle of the record player, the first sip of lemonade,
two cups of tea in the morning, allowing myself time to exhale,
crying on the interstate, folding papers, sifting through old letters of a woman i will
the last line from books you aren’t sure you enjoyed,
a kettle without water, the first lines of a movie,
salt water, blueberry, sand slipping beneath your feet,
sunlight as you tip your face towards the sky.