Pleasantview

I make the effort walking, 

just this once in a series of 

days aboard the bus. I stop, 

get a new kind of grilled cheese: 

slice of tomato in a bed of 

sharp cheddar, and something 

creamy. The professor stands 

me up, my cough worsens, I 

miss the awaited poetry reading. 

I stop believing in endless love, 

accept it can be misplaced. 

Eat a few frozen Thin Mints

everyday. I decide I’ll stop

doing that thing where I snip 

off little pieces of my hair every

time I’m at my desk. It’s wildly 

uneven. I snip one more piece, 

then really decide. Open The Sims, 

as always, and mess around with

life. Oh, what life could be. I 

think of the time when I was 

walking to a movie, my only 

joy in this endless string of

bad days. It was snowing just 

a little. It hit the streetlight in 

such a way under the night 

sky, such a way I almost think, 

oh, what a life this could be.