Matters What I think

and where I think
and where I clink
my wine glass
no not really
I can clink it anywhere I want to clink it.
when i think i think
and then drink
and sink
into dreams about sidewalks
and waterfalls
and rugged roads
full of these sick toads
overloads
and spills chill
me out,
when I am about.
I come near the sun
ask her for her hand
and she only burns me,
laughing at me, “You knew that would happen, silly.”
she said.
but i told her i thought maybe just once I would not burn my hand,
you would not burn my hand.
but really we don’t understand, the plan.

A Hernandez 1 1 2023