Whatever is going to happen is going to happen

The way algae in stormy sea looks like wavy hair and how wind blows through grass and how snow settles it and the hint of hair on your upper lip that reminds me you are human

Dust in the light through the curtains
Watching birds gathering under snow
A fun thing someone did the other day that reminds me i like people

A picture of a snowman
and you sledding far away and how i could hear laughter from my bed before even opening my eyes as a kid

The reflection of the water on the ceiling above me when i did.

Your ear. with all those scars on it.
Your eyes were shaking when we first kissed.

Ana Cuba