Sure! We can do catering, I said,
As pools of ice met mine.
For the first time. I knew how it felt to be
a supernova, frozen in delay
a flower mid-she-loves-me-not
a pencil, whisking down
as Ms. Proctor hisses begin!

The first person to kiss me on the cheek
kept me up five hours playing cards
I never saw her again.

In my weekly trial expelling all my agony
“Are we there yet?”

Her eyelids shuttered open,
painted like roses,
like the glass they were.
Her builder cried with the relief of someone who
is finally fine not knowing what’s in store
except that she won’t find cockroaches in her
bedsheets anymore.

Stars
are easiest
to admire from afar.
I realize how they’re more gorgeous
through eyes engulfed in flames.

I cried every day for a month after that
it wasn’t like me.

“Am I still here?”
Oh, you pure fool
By now don’t you know
I hate melody.
I’d write dozens of songs
shatter bones of my thoughts
sift quicksand
to keep you.