I’ll hold late June
on my tongue,
flee mid-shift from work
to find you waiting,
and pass the evening
in perfect company.

Today, let’s find meaning
in the frivolous.

Order in,
search for the nameless song
that lives on repeat
from our upstairs neighbors
and come back empty-handed.

Find that there’s enough daylight
to last a lifetime,
so today won’t be the first nap
I’ll say no to.

Struggle to make our attention
span long enough to finish
the book we’ve had a month to read
but have waited until the last moment
to commit to.

Spin sugar cookies from scratch,
whiskless and clumsy,
knead the dough by hand,
pull them hot from the oven,
crystalline mistakes that are a beauty
to behold (though maybe not to taste)
and swear that next time
we’ll make them right.

The calendar always looks so blank
from a distance.