“to the girl who jaywalked in front of me in the rain”

I wish nothing but your continued
happiness even as you flip 

your fingers and scold me openly,
your mascara thickly streaking

the cheekbones and the jaw, lipstick
smeared on the teeth – I wish you

punctuality and the serenity
that comes from knowing that no one

is waiting on you, disappointed 
by you, or angry with you as you drive

to and fro, things to do juggled 
between the ears and on lost pieces

of paper; next time we’ll trade – you can
slam the brakes and I promise not to yell.

this morning until i went to the grocery store, i didn't have a

thing to write about :)