Blurry Filters

lenses bigger than faces trying to capture something beautiful they say its like dripping ice cream cones like sticky August like they say its vintage brown coffee filters on treasure maps you drew in second grade why don’t you pose more they say like stop crossing your legs like you couldn’t survive in the city like your lips are dry when you get nervous dancing under tangerine umbrellas doesn’t tell me what you had for breakfast yesterday morning stay still in the moment they say like focus only moves you forward like pinwheels are distractions and lemons make sour faces move to a nicer background they say I don’t even stop twirling pressing bare feet into soggy grass like dewdrops are hours and it rained yesterday why don’t people find answers in black backgrounds