there are spaces in me i don’t have names for
and in these nameless spaces i have aches
like the ones that plague my joints the night before it rains
and i don’t know what do with any of this;
i don’t think there’s anything i can do about it.

i think maybe i’ve been pining
because my whole mouth tastes like gin and tonic
but i haven’t so much as looked at an evergreen in three weeks
so tell me what the hell it means
that there are aches in nameless spaces and tastes in tasteless places
and why every time my screen lights up a notification with your name i clutch at my chest
and come back with bouquets of flowers, all purples and reds
and why i feel well rested after three days of no sleep
because of what you said.