we were fortunate
to share each millisecond
in each other's lives

up at 2 am
— chasing after something lost
like I'm losing time

the alarm goes off
I'm fighting a war in bed
it's against myself

perpendicular
short hand at 3, I waited
now there's just 1 hand

can you trust me like
you trust gravity to pull
you back to the ground

no one told me that
aching for someone, for love
would be this painful

W,

I don't think I'll ever trust you with my heart again.

Love,
JH

isn't it lovely
the moon is afire — can I
hold your hand, and stay

though the night is deep
and the moon is alight — please
hold my hand, and stay

the PARABLE of
the ALL-NIGHTER: "is sleep just . . ."

a SOCIAL CONSTRUCT

empty bed, half-light
didn't mind sleeping alone
'til we did last night

microgravity
behold, this astronaut's set
to find V⊙YAGER

oh how intimate
his fingers comb my hair, to
trace lines on my nape
and see things I'll never SEE
like the inside of my ear

keeping a secret
was a spark in my bare hands
'til it was  —  the SUN

I can't tell him
he's beautiful
— because then
       he'll know
         why
           he's beautiful
             to me

the earth was a wide
and blank canvas — now you're my
FAVORITE COLOR

summer sun, high noon
little boy tied to a tree
it's midnight, full moon

head on my chest, I
trace his curves with my fingers
like a book in ⠃⠗⠁⠊⠇⠇⠑‎

we buy things with cash
to win people's hearts, kindness
is the ¢urrency

I always liked storms
so I chased after you, and
danced under your rain

looking at your eyes
I welcome your gentle breath
warming both my cheeks

my brain's a chem lab
and the chemist is asleep
— HELP THERE IS A FIRE!

you took your shirt off
on your back is half a wing
inked — like my longing

your bare chest sculpted
my eyes — hammer and chisel
a thief you welcomed

your lips hug the cig
tasting its soul — why am I
jealous of a stick

if you're looking for
CONSISTENT, search no more — I'm
                                  consistently tired

who's to say my life
isn't full at twenty-nine
to each cup its own

treacherous are my
own thoughts — for they are daggers
I hold on the blade

talking in the dark
speaking only with our hands
I found warmth and light

even my own eyes
deny me of my own tears
— what else can't I have

flowers and dried leaves
these GRAVESTONES neatly ALIGNED
  just like office desks
    and cars stuck in traffic jams
      and spreadsheets with empty cells

I used to want to
have kids, but no, not in this
dire economy‎

living alone, I
thought the sea was a distant
dream — 'til I cried one

will you call my name
again, the one with double
letters where yours have

dough in the oven
and a lover with their past
these things won't rise if
you keep opening it up
digging it, calling them out

I was a dreamer
you, a wanderer — you left
                 while I was asleep

lights on or lights off
does it really matter, when
either way we'll smash

YOU emanate GRACE
that to say — you're beautiful
would be           REDUNDANT

bamboos sway and bend
in the moon's last summer light
we say our goodbyes
                                  門
                            ­      さ
                                  よ
                     ­             う
                                  な
              ­                    ら

endless summer day
hoping by the end of it
you'll come home to me

my head hurts so bad
tired of explaining myself
thought you'd understand

they only see the
tiredness in your eyes when they're
mad at you for it

boy ran to the fields
and saw how big the sky is
brother didn't see

boy ran to the fields
and fell towards the big sky
brother longs for him

boy ran to the fields
his brother chased after him
they ran forever

setting my alarm
at 4 am, I wake up
it's 8 am, F

sun-kissed valley wind
train to Madrid's not here yet
— want a cerveza

sit in the shadow
look at those pale, lovely hills
— let's have anisette

if you don't believe
in love at first sight then how
about now, baby

wrong sh_t all the time
a fish is caught in its mouth
I'M the f_cking fish

fleeting orange sky
stop — before I sing sadly
through dark winter night

I take this ring, a
sign of my folly — so I
can pretend I'm yours