here is the sky in stop motion, flickering,
a still shot in monochrome

Long after midnight, we’re talking about our first time

my love is a glass shard, a knife made of madness and moonlight,
and there are already way too many fragments in this house

It is the 70s. 1970s? 2570s? Who knows?
Audre and I have a penthouse in New York.

I am still waiting for the lion

my friends’ fathers are
dropping
I mean dying
like flies

Lights on the dashboard spell out
“You still can’t kiss me”

Just starlight and some small scribbling across vinyl.

Mostly he ate what was put on his plate
snuck coffee grounds or dirt for a snack
Once a zipper Unzipped

Okay, picture this: We’re in an elevator. The elevator shuts down. It doesn’t matter where we’re going, only that we’re alone.

my father holds
his favorite drink

We found in his suitcase T-shirts, his siddur, gifts he bought for his grandchildren…

You said it was okay to blame
what goes wrong on the planet

You let the yellow glow
from eye sockets. The building up the street
is burning faster and faster.

I have an axe
with hearts gashed

this is what I want you to to see:
leaves falling because it is too late for them not to