with anybody’s body
that we could find
we made ***** gestures
in our mind
i wrote this poem yesterday
and you are not a third rate sweater
now i have nothing else to say
as a measure-menthe of kindness
i vowed to fill my plate
and eat from her late night diner
you dreamed a wishing well to appear
in hours spent beneath the shoreline
i repeated that you were a miracle
she said, coerce me and i’ll never surrender
so we pretended to fall asleep, until numbers
came falling from the treetops
i could tell that you were consumed,
by the heart of everything