I’m not a side dish, I’m not a left—over, you can’t put me away, you can’t save me for later, as with all things,

Despite the rips in between the se… I can’t escape my bones, I can’t fight the dreams, So I wait but, I can’t manage to speak,

Whenever I’m alone, I stay smiling, Counting the stitches sewn, On 100 thread count sheets, Wishing for rain,

‘I’ am the lifeless infinite. ‘I’ am the sun, perforating throug… ‘I’ am a strawberry moon. But what is I?

“You’re trapped.” He explains, My body is bare, I’m losing time, And losing air.

‘We’re the same’, Teetering on edges of lines, I ca… And you say again ‘we are the same… Conflating words, Of an honest one,

Flying out of the nest, At sixty mph, Four hours—without rest.

I’m always enamored with, Short periods of time, With fantasies of, Your hand in mine.

It feels much less like a kick in… but a slap in the face, I would say ‘fuck it’, but it wouldn’t adequately represe… that was lacked in,

No implications, Did I notice at the time, Only the key strokes.

Can I just have slow sex, Long talks, Lengthy poems, And everyday walks, Can I have running through the wo…

Carefully and slowly, I unfold myself from inside, Dark and lowly, I swallow my pride, I let her out,

The language of love flowed freely… Through the rivers of our veins, During the summer we discovered ma… And razors edges. We used the torn corners,