no e in klooky

I didn’t ask for this, this loving,

but I got it anyway. hands holding

hands holding cups, spliffs—

a chair, a balcony.

two dogs without fault.

a long braid in your hair.

what did I just say about this loving?

black birds know it now too &

not for your lack of trying.

 

 

no e in joy

I told skylarks and oaks

what my ribs couldn’t hold. low

in grass, it was coming all along.

I didn’t think I would know how

to talk about it—so small

in its approach, so much

in light, blinding, bucking

at my wrists. this. this is it.

 

 

no e in daddy

if all falls apart, how fast do you think

a wolf will find us? no moon will sing to

whippoorwills, no fox will drink

from mason jar. I sip from what fills:

sorrow and cum sifting through glass

slit, sun following sun, following

saturn's rings. stay. this too is loving.

hands hard as haunt, wanting wings.

him and not him. a girl, lost.

I’m at your door.