Medhik Vehrsalies

Convenient Dreaming

I’d park my truck
Next to the convenience store
In the City of Trees
I’d cross the asphalt river
To your sublet
In the hole of the world
We’d sleep asunder
In the bed
Inseparable
Quiet; no talks
Our dreams
Speak our desires

Petal

I miss you
I messed up
I miss your hair
Nothing ever wrong
Used shop at the Bowl
In Berkeley everyday
I fretted
Over nothing
Watched you from afar
In your green pea coat
Thought we’d grow old
I should’ve
Should’ve let
You take me
Take care
Of me
And I
You