i love the way you move through time.

i want to move through time with you.

let’s go to the museum of miniatures

and look at the horse carved

from the lead of a sharpened pencil.

let’s get hospitalized together.

when i drink too much, join me

under the blankets and rub my back.

pour me a glass of water and make me

finish it. make me finish what i begin. hold me

to ideas of beauty and valor

that make sense and feel attainable.

when i’m busted for my arson ring,

be my prison penpal. forgive me

for the way i keep speaking in imperatives.

let’s make a language full of wildflower

fricatives and vintage memes and

lingering touches of the hand

that give way to moments of piercing

grace. i’ll distract the guard while you trace

a fingertip down the marble statue’s

immaculate asscrack.

when you laugh, the bloom it makes

is bluer than the spark

flashing through a cat’s winter fur:

something i can feel worthy of