my splinter looks infectious dark and purple, the colours they mingle so pretty on my finger near my knuckles a tiny disaster on my skin a wooden intruder welcomed but without consent get out little lover leave my skin you are the same as me pointy and intrusive but now you must go back to the flow to be reborn as a mighty timber in some great forest eons from this place
Dear girl walking down the sidewalk you are perfection in black sunglasses, gliding hips swinging through Chinatown and when I see you my mind starts singing some leonard cohen song because like his lyrics you are bleeding happiness coupled with spring time sadness a vision bathing in the evening light. And I don’t even know your favourite colour
I’m not sure how to get home,
so I’m outside your apartment.
I should tell you, I went
for the double whiskey sour.
and then a few whiskeys more.
I’m still much better at drinking
than stopping, unfortunately.
Earlier they were strippers, oiled
and beautiful, spinning like meat
on a spit. Earlier I thought of you.
How you were far away, where my hand
couldn’t wrap around the curve
of your thigh.
The sidewalks are glittering
from the rain and you are still
beautiful. This is me
throwing pebbles. If you want to,
please let me in.
I want to curl into the sweet expanse
of your back. I want to wake up,
make you coffee, make you laugh,
make myself into the person
who is worthy of you. You
have been strong so much longer
than I’ve been good.
To speak it simply now:
you are the whole of my heart.
You are the choke on my beer.
You are the last voice
before I shuffle off this mortal shitshow.
The constellations whispering to me
there will never be another one
like you. I want it written on my tombstone.
Let our love be how I’m remembered.