Senioritis (poem)

Hey
Hello
Good morning
It's a nice day
It's supposed to rain again
Dang, I left my cell phone at home
I guess I don't really need it
How was your weekend?
Let's see, what did I do?
The waves look like white dashes marching to the shore
How do you feel?
Ugh
Why?
Whatever
Can you please do me a favor?
Sure
I'm scared
I like you
I don't
know
That was funny
What'd you think of chapel?
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I wonder what's over here
The loquats aren't ready yet
I can't live on just my memories
Guess I'll need to find a new place to one day miss
I am a first-rate subconscious pen thief
I wonder what he's thinking
Mmm sushi
How are you?
I'm fine, how are you?
Uhh, what time is it?
Welcome
Thanks
I have a question
Yes?
Let's make time fly
I'm so sleepy, I can't concentrate
This textbook is so boring, it's like I can just skim it
So this is senioritis; I think I need a vaccine
Nah
I don't want to twist your arm,
but who'd like to read what they've written?
Of course I would, perhaps if no one were here
How's your book coming?
That was really good
I'm glad you wrote
Is it weird to say "Thanks" when she hands me the page?
Good, they didn't mess it up or misspell my name
Can I trespass if the sign says "No Tresspassing?"
Is that Matt?
Hey Matt
Do you have any cool classes?
That waffle looks real good
So do those French fries
I haven't had a Caf pizza in like a year
I love summer. Remember summer?
I'm ready for each season when it comes around
Let's pray
Wow
Amen
Let's sing
Non nobis, Domine
O schone nacht!
Thank you, Lord
You've been so good
You heard my cry!
You called my name
I just want to thank you, Lord
Ouch
It was nice meeting you
Bye
Good night
See ya

Now that it had rained

While Alec filled the gas tank, I was sitting in the passenger seat, enjoying the golden sun on a swaying jacaranda tree, when a drop of rain plopped on the window, then another, and more. Each of the few drops landed with soft thuds, diamond beads scattered around clear, colorful globes, hanging there like commas. When we left, we drove down Market Street by the cemetary fresh with grass and green weeds, damp shoulders tapped by the sun. San Diego was full of color again. Without the rain, San Diego had dried and withered, like a paragraph that doesn't end, like waking up before getting any sleep.

Earlier today, when we were leaving school, we saw two rainbows. One was dim, and one was full, like the blank space at the end of a chapter, like those minutes of falling asleep, like dancing again.

Winter (poem)

The air is soft like a poem being whispered,
and warm like a piece of the sun in a vase, and thin
like our shoulders greeting when we half-embrace.