I want to come over to snuggle
We can wrap ourselves up in your cloud bed and talk about the cracks and the beauties of the world
But I forget that you’re an ocean and an orchard full of lemon trees away from me now
And it’ll take too long for me to cross over to find you in the branches
I hope
This isn’t me starting to lose you

Memories like little leaves are falling as our mango tree shakes,
Drifting down in little piles on the lawn, they accumulate between us
Let’s rake them up & save them
Be it in a letter or message inscribed in digital ink
Lets rake up the leaves and save them, before they float away!

You like to tuck things behind your ear and wear bright colors
I used to tuck myself behind your shadow and camouflage
But once we dressed up like gypsy goddesses and walked down 24th street and you taught me its okay to be noticed

index
Ba-Be

Back dimples,


pg. 22-?

There is an ****** itch
For my hips to twitch
Whenever jazz hums it's philharmonic pitch

learn to speak slowly
and deliberately

so that  my eyes
might understand you
better
than my ears

yesterday
you said yes
and let me
come close
enough
to count
the freckles
i never
knew
you had

don't forget to stir
otherwise it all goes down bitter

and the very last
              bit
is almost too sweet
to swallow

here's to
ugly green envy

and hot water from blackened and forgotten pots
boiling over onto things you thought were clean

second place ribbons are usually red
they're all i ever win
or lose anyways

so i'll knit myself a scarf from a hundred of the fibers
and when i've clawed at my neck and started to bleed
no one will be able to tell red from red
dead from dead

leave it to the espresso machine
to laugh at my loneliness

a *** is meant for two
not one
not three