I watched you
spiraling like
falling
confetti, resisting
hitting the
ground
in a chaotic
dance, the bats
of origami

I'm not sure if you know this,
or if I've ever said it-
and I'm honestly
not sure what
you know,
but

after the party
when the candles all
burnt out
and you were
sweating out
the belief you're
not enough,
I was sitting in
a rickety-old-fold-up-chair
tapping my foot,
thinking of telling
you that
you are enough,
you're celebratory confetti,
a thousand sprinkles of
abstract shapes
hard edges
inexplainable
indescribable
unrepairable

and after every show,
every party,
after
every means of celebration
where the balloons might be
released and where
the blow horns might
sound,
I want it all
to be with you,
we can't conquer the world,
but
we'll sure as hell
confetti the
ground.