I begged
something to find you
hi

hi-five mountains around
goodbyes

goodbye

Friday’s coming and I’ve not
yet arrived
spilled all of my
waiting on
better yet & applied
anything that I had left
blame my thighs
blame the rest of my legs and
my eyes
put it in my left hand and
surprise
apple of
both of my eyes
I’m alive, better yet
every grand gesture
pry open
a thing
I do not have the words to
describe
& prescribe me
all of your damp leg, better yet
set to the side

& Insinuate love like it
comes
at a price

I think I’ll write
another poem
&
name it after you
use words that still confuse me
& then
use them like they’re glue
throw lids on my good mornings
all misread and reused
pretend every day is Sunday
sleep in &
come to
I’m
driving myself crazy
play the same songs
and peruse
the head I use to love you &
the bones inside me too
I will not rush it like tomorrow
won’t try to
burn a tiny wick
still I just
fall asleep to you
writing a poem like
a wish

I think
sorry scares me the most.
How sorry are we?
feels a lot like
Thanks
like
talking all the time without
a body
go home and watch
Jennifer’s Body
cry to music & rewind yourself
be kind, sit back down
on the little shelf
remind me
again why
I feel like rain wants to fall from me
like I could turn into tomorrow again
When I want to be
last Thursday

So.
I guess if I’m not hurtin
I’m not
certain of anything

& if I’m not certain
I’m a curtain begging to be opened
to feel sun instead

I want to be the pillows
& not our
12 or 3
the window stays open
& It’s just
you and the sheet
the light always
goes out
just like I’ve got two thumbs
two bugs and a poem
too many
nights on our phones
maybe I’m too
dumb to say it
maybe just
desperate to
count sheep
I’m making up
colors for summer &
kissing you in
my sleep

Woke up something soft
this morning
3:36, 37
the unfailing sound of orange

time traveler’s pillowcase
face down like
the root of something
bigger
preferring

I’m learning this
the long way

Panting after
licking the envelope

stuck inside of
appetite’s loop
& my tendencies hands
all over you

leave me
I’m
a brick of sticks
one of the
little pigs

my last straw

a wolf’s great draw

& call me

don’t say baby

so this whole house falls

I ain’t blown away
no luck of the
no luck at all

It’s every day of the week
The way birds sing in
trees
to the
beat of the leaves
while we’re talking
It’s the scream of my knees
& every
Thing you say to me
has been drumming in a beat made of humming

give me your T-shirt or something

I’m online in the morning

I’m in love on the knuckle of loving.
You really do something
You’re probably something

And I’m the thumb on a hand full of wanting