when you say my name, you say it like a poem you will never write.
babylon boy, when i whisper your name in the pale moonlight,

i say it like a prayer.
you look at me like a sunrise you’ll never witness because if you stayed to watch i would be
real, instead of being just the promise of something beautiful beneath the horizon.

you pinned the butterflies in my stomach against the cage of my ribs and tied the corners of my mouth to transcontinental flights going in opposite directions.
I don’t know how to fix this. I don’t know how to use tools or follow directions
all i have are my stupid poems and the determination to do something right for once in my life.