i used to swallow pills as if it were like
catching moonshine between my lips.
but my dear, you seem to
forget
that you are now my moonshine
and if you leave…
and i am convinced that this collapsed bone structure
of mine
is a constellation because only stars
can twist so much inside and still
be audible.
i wonder if you are ever cold
while being a blanket
for me to want,
to cover this half-heart i wear
in my eyes.
but your arms stretch like the universe
and make me feel so irrelevant.