This sand is a grit worth tasting

sometimes

  i wish i could trap the words i hear

and change them into calico kittens

  that chase purple balloons into a dark alley.

sometimes
  the way people look at me reminds me
of a carnival ride i can never disembark nor forget.

sometimes

all i can see are neon lights

but what i want to see is in the shadows.

sometimes

  the symbols we use to write mean more than the message
we are trying to convey,

and if i could somehow taste those...letters...i could understand more.

more about mothers, more about sacrifice,

more about sorrow.

sometimes

i believe i shouldn't think these things,

because thoughts which have no solution,

no answer, and no reason

are best left unthought.

but more often,
i am reassured about how fortunate
i am that i think this way.

water never tastes better

than when it washes away the sand

between my teeth.

and my teeth are gritty.