feeling like a crocheted blanket on a summer day
and all the other textures i've been noticing
do you ever just fall back
into the tangle of pillows and sheets
your head spinning
your thoughts swirling
technicolor flashing across your vision
images of a beach cottage with an art studio that faces the sea
the thrift store purchases of last week
the golden glint off her wedding ring
a walk through a sunlit forest on the east coast
a bathtub of probiotic sodas and sober cocktails
the Pinterest screenshots of next week
the bouncing black curls on your best friend’s head
the crop duster that flies like a toy plane over the cornfields
do you ever just fall back
into the tangle of pillows and sheets
and think of it all
feeling overwhelmed and underwhelmed by the sheer volume and variety
feeling intrigued one minute
dissociated the next
restless
hungry
satisfied
curious
livid
confused
searching
yearning
content
noticing the particular shade of gray-blue
on the chip bag in the second aisle
on the garage door of a forgotten bungalow
across the sky before a downpour
noticing when he says those words
your heart aches with joy
and when he changes his mind
the hollow weight returns
noticing the multilayered thoughts
gooey and forming
changing and shifting
stimulating, dissipating
do you ever just fall back
into the tangle of pillows and sheets
and notice how much there is to notice
how it’s all happening
no matter how we feel about it
our little eyes blink
watching the film play out
out of control
no rewinds or skipping ahead
our own little movie
and the star of the show
looks at you in the mirror
noticing
how you look back