asleep in her hot bed hot winged angel
sleeps beside the el's racket
during the night & all day;
four or five times in an hour maybe she
can sleep between the sparking scream
of rusty air brakes until the whole train
plows into the station in a fiery explosion;
stripper rolls over thinking the noise
was half-dream half disaster and she goes
sleepily to the window now fully awake;
every unemployed neighbor at their window,
her shift starts at midnight; fire & police
sirens whining & ringing for hours;
colored light swirling through her room
looking like for her work has begun sooner
than thought
& she prances dreamily in her white silk slip
through the dark lit by the shining emergency
lights; she showers & dresses checking
the clock; 5AM ***; she crawls back into
bed; she just worked a double last night
Midnight to Noon covering for preggo Sarah

And if you are to love,
Love as the moon loves.
It doesn't steal the night,
It only unveils the beauty of the dark.

And if you are to love,
Love as the rain loves.
It doesn't wet the bodies,
It only washes the sad dirt of the souls.

And if you are to love,
Love as the wind loves.
It doesn't drift away,
It only cleanse you to the core by invading through each pore.

And if you are to love,
Love as the sun loves.
It doesn't radiates heat,
It only pours its warmth on you to enlighten your way.

And if you are to love,
Love as the star loves.
It doesn't delightfully twinkles,
It only reminds you that not even death can separate two hearts.

And so forth,
if you are to love
Love as the whole universe
& not just a part of it.

(you do you, baby boo, i know moms
who rather write poetry and spend five
bucks on their kids’ mouths lolol)

always the act of forgetting the people
behind the screen, when you blame me
like mingling with lanceheaded dreams

delivering pointless blows spelling it
like im incomplete unless i bring all of
myself to the table alone

& the room’s clean, and the kitchen’s clean
the birds sing and the sunlight’s cold and bright
seems like everything’s where it’s supposed
to be when you’re not around

now what a paradox that is