Natural disaster
God, a tornado of my own making obliterating the life we built
what a sight. But this tornado’s not so stupid. It studies our habits
tugs on the loose screws camouflages as romance.
This tornado’s a sponge cake from Mia’s our favorite bakery
we order blackout cake for birthdays special occasions
like being alive and pies and cheesecake slices
for late nights stoned laughing
Veep, Seinfeld, Phantom Thread
a romantic comedy
about patience. I’m so scared
of the wind and it’s only
been getting
louder.
I’m allowed to be melodramatic I’m trans
There’s nothing your shadow can’t stick to
colanders, guitar strings, smoke, the light resting on the wall
things meant to let life slip through them
all fall under the weight of your absence
But you could be here if you wanted
We could embrace the cold together
I’m under the blanket on the couch waiting
