⊹ 　　　
　 * ·　　　　　　· ˚ ✷.
                                ⁕                             ­ ­                                                               ­  ­                    *                               ⊹
　
·　⊹                                             　 * ·　　　　　　· ˚
　 ✧
⁕                                                              ­  ­                                                              ­   ­        ⁞

for you i am a tequila sunrise;
for you i am heartbeat panging
through the pages
of schoolgirl crush notebook.
kissing crux of neck bone crest collar,
soft and warm as morning bread.
                                                      .   ­                              •
                            .
                                 ­                 ⁕
you are at least 6′ tall.
i blink.
     .                    *          i am sure.                                    ⊹

   .     ⨀              i say: starlight you are sunshine    ✧                .
   and i love you like buttercups.
i write you sonnets and give you heartbeat
✧             gift wrapped in its parchment.            
            .                             ­        .                        
                               ­    ⋆
                                                              
­you grow 10′ taller.
you are menace and
i am mouse.

i tell you i am falling from your eyelash.
*     you grow larger. 20′ tall now.      
.        •·            13 miles you crest everest.           ⋱        .
i go to hold your hand
but i’m a lonely golden pebble.
                   you ask the clouds a favor;                
to blow their wind and push you away.
                                   .                     º            
                                                              ­
­                             ⊹
you are leaving.
i will stay.
i tell you i need you.
  i feel nothing.  ·•
⁖   •․    i am in the stratosphere; floating        *   .
i am a helium balloon
and you are shrinking.
                               º
                                                            
⋆ ­             you are dusking sunset             .
.    through bleary eye slits      .
and it is getting cold here.
⋰        star sparkle my vision sun sinking            .
º        backlit dropping…      
⊹                  .                             ­                                   ­
  ◐  •             you are              · ˚ ✷.
⁞
… my lover?    ⊹
⫶
· ˚ ⊹.      you are           ·  º
∶
˚ ⁕      …my height now.       ·•      
∶
no.
you are smaller.
　 ✧                 you are sprawling pacific ocean.                   *
whole life ahead of you.

             ∶
⊹ 　　　
　 * ·　　　　　　· ˚ ✷.              .
                                               ­      º
i am drifting alone.
         i still love you.   　　
·　　　 .             you are orange melodrama, ⊹            .    ·
you are marmalade paintings
on still-life ocean surface.
you are the west
⊹ 　　　
　 * ·　　　　　　·                              ˚ ✷.
                                        　 ✧                                  ∗
•                                  
                          ­                                             ​.
                                                          · •                .

       *
⁕                                                              ­­     .

             　 ✧           and i am gone.                         
                           ­                                    ​
∗
•                      ­ ­           
                                                   ­            ­         ​.
∗                                       ­             ­                               ⁕⊹ 　　　　 * ·　　　　　　· ˚.
　 ✧ ∗
•                                  
                          ­                                             ​.

∗              ­ ­                      ⊹ 　　　
　 * ·　　　　　　· ˚ ✷.
　 ✧                                          ⁕
                    ­­     .                                            

every constellation becomes a new map evolving
and i am only marrow
you can see right through me.
i am an open book and you are diary entry.
∗                            .                            ­        ⊹

                         ­  ⁕

           .                                            •
star­tling the starlings with my stories.
∗i regale earth’s ******* mud, her jewel weeds,

dandelion wish clouds,
and the way you kept together everything.
∗                            .                       ­             ⊹

                         ­  ⁕

           .                                            •
fu­r­loughed like an arrow.
you sentenced me to no-thing.
bone marrow bow flung me
with the bow crafted of my own heart strings.
sorry. i couldn’t make it to the moon by morning.
i hope the darkness wasn’t so bad.
i hope you missed me.  

–six pm | *furloughed
  
   ⁕                                                                ­­                .

                     *

                                                            ∗
­­
                                                               ­ ­               •

        *
⁕                                                   ­­                .

                                             ­­                                                ​

∗

•                                  

                      ­                                         ­         ​.

∗         ­                                          ­                      ­          ⁕⊹ 　　　　 * ·　　　　　　· ˚.
　 ✧ ∗

•                                  
                          ­­                                              ​.

∗             ­ ­                       ⊹ 　　　
　 * ·　　　　　　· ˚ ✷.
　 ✧                                          ⁕
                    ­­.

∗                                                            ­ ­             

                                                ­  ­             ⁕