expiration date: sooner than you think

sometimes, i open the fridge

and stare at its contents,

the milk two days too old,

the pumpkin i've been meaning

to make something with.

sometimes, i stand at the window

and stare at the light turning yellow,

and then pink, and then blue

sometimes, i look at someone

and my eyes stay there,

their face pulling like a magnet

sometimes i hear a word,

or a phrase,

or a part of a sentence,

and i feel like i'm on 

the precipice of something,

wildly, hugely, completely important.

then it passes.

i close the fridge.