Somebody’s gonna love you something fierce.
I know you don’t believe me now. I know you only see one star is that big wild night sky.
I wish I could pin the moon in your hair, and keep you from hurting; snatch that faraway look right out of your eyes; lay a bag of frozen peas across your burnt heart.
It doesn’t seem probable right now, baby sister; like falling in love on the subway, or watching the tree across the street from your house get rent by lightning.
But some man is gonna love you through and through, and the ocean won’t seem as big, and space not quite so infinite. Or maybe it’s the opposite, and everything will expand, like reality taking one big breath and holding it in. That will be how it feels when he looks at you from the doorway and pauses while bringing in the groceries.
If I focus my powers, the world will be at my mercy.
If I can just remember there is nothing to fear, I will have all of everything nestled in the palm of my hands, sparking kinetic lighting from my fingertips.
If I focus my powers, babe, I will be unstoppable.
Are you ready for that?
I change into the shirt you left me
As soon as I get home, cloistering myself
Behind bedroom walls and
Stripping all else beside
This shirt, white with blue stripes.
I pull the neckline over my nose,
Press the fibers into my face with
My palms, gather and twist it
In my fingers, and breathe.
You only wore it once so
The scent of you in it is faint (not like
The first shirt you gave me, which you’d
Made love to me for three days in), but
Occasionally I catch it and swell,
My love crystalized and expanding
Exponentially until like over-pollenated
Buds, it bursts forth delicate flowers.
I bury my face and inhale again.