Just The Ideal of It

Idealizing moments made perfect by memory
desiring again
based on our
time capsule minds
by nature, imperfect

– – – 1 – – –
ice cream and hot dogs in summer
in the sun
by the water
even that; wait
until you feel
the burn
hours after
you quickly forget the
taste of the food or
the splash of the cool
or the screams
of delight.
bright green aloe
is just sticky
and you are hot and cold
all at once

– – – 2 – – –
the idea of breakfast
seems like a perfect meal
to eat at any time of day
just the thought of a diner
conjurs the smell of waffles
syrup and bacon
forgetting how
grease lingers on
your clothes and
how heavy and tired you
feel after
and there were no greens
and you always overpay if
you go out
and it’s really better with a group
in the middle of the night
and there is a lot of clean up at home and
no one wants to cook bacon at home
and bacon is kind of gross
but the idea of it
is so nice

-3-3-3-
kissing
k-i-s-s-i-n-g
oh how I think I would like
to be kissed
doesn’t it seem nice?
maybe it’s because it has been a long time
since someone kissed me and meant it
but like “i love you” and “thank you” and “bless you” and those kinds of phrases
over time
it becomes routine
obligation
but what we idealize
is that
first
time

can anything ever
compare?
and was it as good
as we thought
as we held our breaths
overthinking — or not thinking
and losing that moment in time
so desirous
so perhaps, it never
even happened

it would seem that if
we look at it like this, maybe
we want things that
don’t even
exist