negate

the story in my head

is you being angry with me, a bird withdrawing her nest,

me lost in the catacombs of a billion flowers blooming, my heart an open cup

primed for the buzzing of bees, the threat of this pollinator paradise

being ripped away by weed eating dreams

and then

up rises you, your red throat sore but singing, opening wide

with your arms flung open for me and not only for me

but also for this story in my head, this powerful positive story, this song, this delusional haze that is me

finally realizing we are happy