Bye

"Meadowlarks",

that last post,

was the most honest thing

I've written in a long time.

Something about it was

cleansing, purging.

Sometimes I'll write a poem

and it'll be that way.

You feel clean afterwards,

like you've just been

caught in a downpour.

Refreshed.

Sometimes you feel heavier

like you just swallowed a stone,

a weight in the pit of your gut

you can't get rid of, and must live with

because you put it there.

I like the clean feeling a lot better.

I also like the feeling of being

totally ridiculous with my best friends.

Dancing, singing Christmas tunes,

and totally just jamming.

I mean, who doesn't love

driving to Marysville to see

hot air balloons that end up not being

there, but then there's a band,

so it's still just as grand because

then you all dance and sing and fist pump

and shout.

I love them.

Life is good with them.

I hope it never ceases in its

being radical.