Sunshine

Why not top off the keg

with a little more irony

since it flows 

from your hands 

like a dark syrup 

we’re making something together 

and I have no idea

what it is becoming 

maybe you know

maybe you’re just as much

in the dark as me

I’m taking out all 

the unlovely pieces of myself 

from the innermost box

in the hopes that you might 

turn them around and say,

“See how the light catches 

on this one, see how the color

here is out of this world.”

they tell me you

have a good eye 

friendship is such an 

uneasy yoking together 

until years rub off the edges

and other people are already 

roiling with judgements

so I don’t need to be fond

for them to start worrying 

I enjoy being surrounded 

by the slightly terrified 

so I keep putting wet wood

on the fire

to keep it smoking 

I don’t have time to waste

doing what is expected of me

I’m going to take advantage 

of all of the unseasonably 

lovely days

basking in the sunshine 

of your approval 

I know the weather of you

is mercurial.