The last time I wrote anything

If I never went to the beach with Ashley that day

I would of never wrote that poem

I would of never left my apartment

when I was depressed and walked around

the Harbor in 20 degree weather

thinking about that day in Ocean City.

It was as if the whole city was to myself

no one was around

the tourists weren't looking for crabs

the students didn't look awkward and lost

the parents didn't look tired outside the aquarium.

No one was dancing at the bus stop.

No one asked me for money or food.

The bus driver was smiling.

All of these memories

boil inside me like a stew

waiting to be  consumed.

And sometimes I think 

this must be science fiction

this can't be happening right now

but somehow I keep moving.

I keep showing up for work.

I keep paying my bills.

I say I love you everyday

I manage to walk the dog.

I went looking for water but I found a chicken instead.