Poetry Archives Bio
September 7, 2017
1:08 AM
Every Night You Play

Because you have plucked out your feathers,
It's a little hard to see how you'd looked.

The leviathan blows two puffs;
The leftovers fall from the chiffonier.

Social media taunts me with time past and time present,
While I try hard not to think of the caveats of the body—

Generous with your mind, stingy with your breasts—
How our love lock hangs limp on a bridge in another town,

Never to be unlocked; I want to do to you
What winter does with the cherry trees.