Twinkle twinkle

We stumble into greatness

into the greatness of another

and for a moment

become the stars from our childhood

the heavenly bodies

not yet reduced by explanataion

to chemical combustion

or divine creation

not yet reduced

to stars

I wonder where you are

when I can't see the night sky

when I wake up

in the middle of the night

and there's not enough light

to make out your face

and there's not enough warmth

to make out your heart

and the inches that separate us

may as well be lightyears

As we fall into tomorrow

let us agree

to be the sun the other needs

to be the star up in the sky

that guides the other home at night

to be a galaxy built by two
that looks like me

and shines like you

to be the twinkling of an eye

that smiles softly as it dies

Criminal Mind

I've forgotten how we met

if I remembered to smile

when I first saw you

or simply stood there

sat there

sprawled there on the pavement

while you approached

the victim

in a crime of the heart

It might be a bit over the top

but since we don't talk anymore

you can't exactly object

if I take a few liberties

with what I don't remember

with the way your hair

would steal the sunshine

and your eyes

would steal the sky

I'm just making this up
making you up
as the patsy
who got me to take the fall
not for you
but because of you
because you let me love
the love I wanted
absent from yourself 

I know it's silly

but I still think of you

think that you

might still show up one day

and want to share a smile

might want to reminisce

and all I'll have to share

are lies

are the truth you couldn't see

Some Life Affirming Shit

I woke up with the sun

coming through the blinds

hitting me in the face

like a reminder

only my mother can deliver

when she asks

ever so casually

if I've been writing

My response to this act

of natural hostility

was to grab my pillow

and tunnel through the blankets

to where the sun

couldn't catch me

for at least a few hours more

a few conversational beats

I've tried to explain

that every time she asks

it makes me want to give up

to embrace mediocrity

but there's not enough truth

to even convince myself

so I reassure her that I'm dabbling

I reassure myself

It's not like this is easy

like pulling my personal life

through the word mill

makes things any better

just more readily accessible

to those who want to care

to those like my mother

who want so badly to believe

Fucking Snowflakes

I'm watching the steam rise

from another mug of tea

and wondering if the way it rises

is unique

like a snowflake

and if like a snowflake

no one cares

I'm sitting across from someone

somewhere

some place

that I probably couldn't find again

unless I googled it beforehand

not that it was hard to find

it's just hard to care

I'm waiting for this to be over

whatever this is

this conversation

or prelude to copulation

mutual masturbation

self-ejaculatory congratulation

for linguistic sensation

I'm dying on the inside

and on the outside too

but no one seems to notice

so I'll leave this nowhere

for somewhere else

for another mug of tea
and another snowflake