The spring trees bloom/and I think of you

[dreamforjillian]

Sometimes life tastes like
second day potato salad
that you scarfed, hungover,
barefoot in the dark. The fridge light
illuminated the downstairs kitchen,
across from Mike’s bedroom door,
when Christopher walked in
before the gym-
the gym that you went to because
your roommates promised breakfast after,
every morning
Jordan
joined you at the omelette bar.
The gym was
your alone time, to
text pretty girls
while you
envied yellow birds