splendid in the way
it keeps its steamy blood in, no matter
how bad it blushes.
It knows it can’t exist forever, so
it’s collecting as many flavors as it can—
Whenever I feel loss or lack, I imagine
The wind roaming outside of my childhood’s lair
And in my heart, I am already on my way
To some thrilling future
… Here’s the
future:
I laugh, because the pleasure was earned
yet vouchsafed,
and I made room for what was dead past and what
yet didn’t
exist.
