Troy KS

One beautiful thing about the young

they never stop to wonder

about dimes in washing machines

where the money goes,

or where it’s coming from

 

One beautiful thing about last night

was when the music left the speakers,

filled your hands and wrists with

meaning and you lay down

on the floor until one

 

One beautiful thing about fate

how conveniently it explains lives away,

how the stories it creates are

worth more than any

fabricated fables

 

One beautiful thing about premonitions

is how one saved your life,

when you sat up and headrush hit and

every wall around you

was lit up and unstable

 

and cracked yellowing drywall welcomed some change wanted destruction ignition collapsing

over in its own laughter I was there ask her I was terrified the heat people running out crumbling

doors some drinks still in hands fan still calmly spinning and red light flickering on and off and on

 

One beautiful thing about Anatolia

is Achilles realizing the gods envy him,

for he is mortal and everything

becomes beautiful

when you will one day die

 

One beautiful thing about the young

they are beaten down their whole

lives then recover and hey,

you okay, a few burns,

yeah, same, have a drink, look at the sky