topanga

perfect petals punctuate

the fabrics yellow blue

silver platters with strawberries strewn

all across the room

in topanga with high heels and

the white bikini you choose

three girls

eyes rolled

loud laughter

dust specks lit by afternoon

my life is sweet like lemonade now

but there’s always bitter fruit

eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

no thoughts of you

my thoughts have changed

my voice is hoarser

now i’m over u

no flickering in my head memories

projected and construed

because i captured the mood of my wish fulfilled

went sailing in marina del rey

the grief that came in waves that rolled

i navigated through

the fire from my wish as wind

to a future trip to malibu

now everything i have is not perfect

nothing more for you to do

just perfect floarls

green embroidered chairs

no clothes on

no thought of u