my optimistic glass
filled half-past, spilled
              and sunk into your carpet.

i don't have the words
       to tell you the way it stained.

crop circles in my sheets,
i look for you in my wildest
screams of confusion.

i didn't know you
       i felt so sincerely.

the distance of a ghost, loving fleetly.

i look for you in the moon.

                                                        (i­ think she'd like you.)