It’s been a hard week. I go to the yard and sit.
Heal faster! I say to the face reflected in my phone.
I Google, how much serotonin do you actually get from the sun?
Speak to me only of actualities.
Next, I Google: sun wrinkles myth
and then do I actually have to wear sunscreen every day?
When I was young, and I discovered Google for myself,
I searched how do you know if you’re actually gay?
An adult had told me I wouldn’t know
until I was older, maybe my mid-twenties.
I’m older, and I’ve exhausted finding out,
and I just want to know
the sun’s actual intentions. Let me compare
the sun to a lover. She dashed off, and it meant
what? My dog, who worships the day,
is on her back, collecting the inestimable dirt.
February in Florida, how much does it cost?
If you’re asking the question, it’s probably too much,
the wind answers as the treetops scoot
a lash off the sky’s cheekbone.