In the night I see nothing
but stars falling
in the day I’d let you know
my secrets but you’d cut
my guts open and laugh
so I sit still at the table
and watch the bumblebees
make their fuzz-buzz
hide their small heads
in leaf shelter...
how ironic, I think
to myself.

If you're gonna love me
you gotta love all of me
and if you're gonna leave me
you gotta leave all of me
right there I coulda sworn
I saw you fly out the window
over the balustrade, your feathers
left all over the couch
takes a dream to stream all the rivers
of bad luck and the grief
stretching our limbs out in the water
but i can't for the life of me
these greenstick, grief stricken lies
keep me awake for night
that you somehow had the brief
patience to handle a fraction
of me and I don't blame you at all