3:40 am

life’s essence of fragility

i’m threatened by my own mortality

unafraid of my morbidity

is this all life has to offer me?

I feel you look. then stare at me.

you’ve given me many gifts all filled with intimate meaning

not the one that I need the most but I can’t wait any longer

i’m trying to conceal, to not let you see

that I want you all alone to me

how perfect does “me” rhyme with “G”

just us in solidarity

a house in normandy

subscribing to notions of non-conformity

that’s where i’ll always be

lying awake at three-forty

next to you writing poetry

about what I want to be but never could be

is this all life has to offer me

longing and infidelity

if so then complacency is where i’m glad to be