Parker Stillwater

What a fun way to awaken –
to beeps & honks outside.
Too close to keep on faking
that we are more than just alive.

Me sitting here in the city quiet,
filled with the bustle of the street;
in me laughing like a riot
at your eyes barely open, and tripping feet

stumbling to catch the mail man
who quickly abandoned delivery
of the rushed package, so important
for a long weekend with me.

I am so grateful for the closeness
even if there’s only one bathroom.
I’ll keep your secrets, this I promise
and when I go, say see you soon.