i begin again

the button says start

it is flat and round and promises everything

i look at it, instead of my dreams

a charm necklace of losses and never-hads

jingling in the drawers of the night

the button says start

it is cool and red and silent, maybe even smug

i trace my finger over it and think of your words

the ones i love, the ones that bristle, the ones i can’t hear

the ones that make everything all right

the button says start

it’s embedded in something bigger, connected by magic

maybe it makes a sound when i push it, an intergalactic beep

a deep and grizzly buzz, a mechanical tick, i dont know

any more than i know the future, so busy with now,

keeping it from flowing out of my cupped hands,

dripping through the seams of my fingers,

where it’s bubbling now, it’s hot, and mist rises from it

a cocktail, a hobby, a tricky home made potion

i pull my hands apart, I let the moment splash,

i press the button with the tip of my finger