I dream of lemon water and thunderstorms;
Hiding inside thinking of you.
A lemon seed stuck in my straw
Stops the flow of water to my mouth—
If only my flow of thoughts would
Stop coming back to you.
Five Mississippis between light and sound.
Light like the flutter in my chest; lips soft on mine.
Thunder like when you look away; you kiss her.
Porch light on outside
I watch through the window.
Mirroring the trees—shaking—under attack
By the vicious sky.
Rain. I shake, trying to release you
Damp, I drink my lemon water.
Choking on lemon seeds; light, sound, you—
His fault or mine.
Memory entangled in my neural circuits.
Here for good.