Sometimes, the world gets a little better.
like the other day, it’s a small thing
and I’m embarrassed to even be talking about it
to register it as progress
such is the state of things
such is the state of my apparent heart
we should still poem about it, we should still poem about these things:
there’s a new kind of frozen pizza in my grocery store
who can say?
it’s a small thing
and sometimes these small things
sift some space up ahead
just enough for your heart to take