with all the families
this world has ever had
you'd think humans
would be GOOD AT IT by now

if traveling around a star
is a fight — and
it changed us that much
— no wonder they call it

a REV⊙LUTION

some spa____ces
we only                           
fill
                                      for someone
while they're (gone)

if drowning in alcohol allows us
to forget things long dead — while
it tries to resuscitate that part of ourselves
we buried with them
— no wonder they call it

a SPIRIT

sorry ≠ apology

Looking back
on the moments we had,
all I see now are dead things
and broken people

I thought they were beautiful,
flowers in full bloom,
until they were picked
and were laid on gravestones

𓇢𓆸
HERE LIES
     usㅤ

some truths
you cannot
squeeze out
of someone —
they've got to
let you in on
the secret

it finally
RAINED in MANILA

the thunderclaps were orchestral
the water splats — a van Gogh
on bus windows
against red tail lights

and people held their breaths
as the first drops of relief
hit their skins — a lover's kiss
at the end of a long day

the KISS
SWEET like CHERRIES
long before you knew
how they tasted

LONG like the LINES I TRACE
with my FINGERS
in the small of your back

WARM like your BREATH
on my NECK
just before you wake up

just                                     
before                  
we
                do it
                                  again