In my universe, my arm carries a heart and flowers,
my back a misguided quote

Try not to see your own predicament in every fucking thing.

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

I am not a guide
for every traveler
of loss.

I am still waiting for the lion

I myself should never have been born

I want to roll in this moment until I become its vocabulary
until I smell like the bones
until I am its echo…

the strands of your hair on the bathroom tiles aren’t sketching defeat. that’s you spitting disease in the face with another day you’ve woken up to.

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

He has stories that I am not in
anymore. It’s healed this way.

There is so little left of the tomato plants.

Gravel-scatted hell &
we were blessed to be able
to hold on for even a heartbeat

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

It recommended
soft porn, as gentle prodding and petting parent
to parent might calm and soothe the kid.

Even as the sun warms the concrete
the long nights’ sensual cold lingers in my clothes.

Should have found a job by now; should have slept in the night;
should have boiled old coffee before noon.