Haze chokes me.
What happened to blue freedom
where birds soar?
Jalapeno stings my
chewed thumb, chapped lips, eyes;
more failed salsa.
Broken piano keys
remind me of unfinished songs
humming inside you.
Pizza bakes golden
while I hide away lonely,
waiting for you.
Smell dinner burn,
roasted like fiery potato bugs
camping last summer.
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