(crescent)

you want me to sing.
to the moon (which I cannot eat) and love
which I cannot speak.

(January)

He smokes cigarettes.
She writes poetry upstairs,
pretends not to love.

(takeout)

Use your broccoli spoon.
Cottage cheese will get you nowhere.
Forks even less so.

(I say this and I mean it; I mean I say it's true)

This world needs you.
There are gaps, here, space between.
Step into the breach.

(with)

face touch hands lips, crest
body my body your lift me you rise--
music, ethereal, light

( / therefore )

I need this. Poetry.
One's own fills what's fallen;
Give me pounding light.

(turtleneck)

leave me, leave me, leave
weary veins and tight-knit heart-
sweater pulling thin

(like that)

I want to write like
that. Like my heart is liquid
and you are the glass.