Fake mint, or I love you

James Bowden

How you walk through a place makes all the difference.

There’s a difference between thinking someone will save you, and saving yourself through someone else.
There’s a difference between noticing the moon beautiful and pointing it out to you.
How you walk through a place shapes the curves you fix to memory.

    you insist that it’s mint, but its flowers circle orange and red concentricity.
    i try to tell you otherwise, but who am i to take home from a bee?
    who am i to stomp pixie dust into plain old dirt?
    just give me that popcorn chicken smile, darling

How I walk through you determines which side of my own headlights I am on.
I wish to wax gibbous til my eyes burst and all I can do is listen.