I know you are but what am I?
a single crocus cropping up
from the sidewalk
lip syncing for its life?

to get what my heart wants most
means living 

this day over and over again 
until I get it right you know, 

anyone can be a hero 
under the right conditions

so charge your phone 
and change your clothes 
with toothbrushes, we are unstoppable!

secretly I’m busy
Flügel-ing with you
my duck duck GOOSE 

my Groundhog Day idealism		
my jarred tulip memorial

my sidewalk Pringle 
my cauterized part

in a nesting doll dream

thought you were my next door neighbor 
but you only.loved.above.me.

was I stupid for thinking that fire I started could make its way to your place?

my inconsistent condition
my excess expressions

got lost in the recipe,
for your serotonin slime 

so beware:

of summoning sunsets

of hatching doormats

of shards of something