for These Are Houseplants, Emily, Bill, Darren, Emily, Kiri, Jason

I should have listened
to my eighteen year old self
because he was right.

I never said how
well you didn't listen to
eighteen year old me.

After all these years
I still think of you owning
hopping on one leg.

Two ate from the bowl
of mints on their way in, and
I am still laughing.

I apologized
for the broomstick remark but
should have been louder.

A series of stray
Sunday plans lost on Sunday
are always replaced.

The dual meaning of
"Febreeze the shit out of 'em"
just hit this evening.