I DON’T SEE WHAT ANYONE CAN SEE IN ANYONE ELSE BUT YOU

Sunlight on my sickbed,

Restlessness of morning

Nuzzling me awake,

Licking my eyelids warm.

Face down drawing in bed,

Used tissues: belly-up beetles

Waving legs.

Juno soundtrack, record crackle

With my throat infection

Attempts to sing along.

Catching afternoon sun between my toes.

Composing cards, playlists and pictures

To post the distance

Strung across our skulls

Fairy-lit bridges.

 

I sneeze the sun from the sky

And it coughs out snow.

Rush to open window,

Feverish cold,

Outstretched palm:

Melting into goose-bumps and guilessness

Garden green catching the wet on its leaves/tongues with me.

Spores, Ohmu,

Spring morning snow;

The strange, fatal beautiful.

Global warming, toxic forests, separation

Platform for days

To keep us grateful.

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