fill your days with love & all of them will be lucky

three stray poems that have been collecting dust <3

WEB MD

my chest is tight with the thought of being near you: how foolish.

better to stay safely beyond the cloying grasp of vulnerability.

i check the symptoms—shaking hands and cool sweat, in june?

even the internet, that quack physician, says i’m imagining you, i mean—imagining things.

TRAIN OF THOUGHT

i witness the moment you begin half listening, half

looking at the way the shirt i stole

(it smells like you—i checked)

pools over shoulders softly to bare thighs.

i keep unrolling added sentences like a game of tag, enjoying your little struggle for attention,

mind on me vs.

me in your clothes

POWER LINES

you want to know if i still love you, which feels akin to walking

barefoot in search of downed power lines, those black snakes

in the waist-high jade of the ditch grass, off the road.

is it hot, my father would have asked, a voltage tester always

in the back pocket of his jeans. but my hands are all i have;

lightning spits nearby. the soft hair at the nape of my neck stands on end.

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