Kristen de Kline #137 Some days

I
Some days the Gods   smile
your friends laugh so loud you

want to bottle it,   spray it around
your house like a perfumed mist

Some days the blog poems don't write
themselves, words go missing in action like stray

bullets ricocheting in the woods of the undisclosed
locations you vanished into down Lawless Way

Some days you hear rumblings in the stalls
a friend dresses up in faux leopard skin attire

for a marriage equality rally   she confesses
she'd rather not be at   instead she'd rather    dance

the night
away

Some days you hear it again, the echoing of laughter
friends talking, walking you through the field of mines

II
friends, they forward you a collection of Yoko Ono poems
a postcard from Bath that takes three and a half months to arrive
a lawless poet says she has space: if you need to flee just come North
a bag of blood oranges waits on the front door, friends

III
Some days I swear I hear you ranting, you do
know, we burn your words in the backyard, bury

your lines under rich top soil and manure, underneath
the tomato bushes you used to say would be a good

place to dispose of bodies   Some days your emails
go directly to the Spam folder and I press Delete and

I enjoy it     Some days they say it's not about sweet
revenge   it's about learning you can't win 'em all...

Some days I dance
the
   night
        away

smile, laugh so loud
you can't capture it