do i have someone
to dedicate this poem to.
i am going on
silly little i
caught in the back of bus,
tripping through dandelion fields
ovaries and paralegals and discovering
my dictionary is shit
and i'll need to buy a new one.
but i'm good at that because you taught me
osmosis and calculus.
you taught me so well i had to call you
out on it and build a million straw castles for you
to break down
and hold me
as i held you.
the source code piles high
with the marijuana and sleep apnea
and the flip charts to demonize and castrate
a million villains. we were graceful patriarchy.
we were shimmering algorithms and orange juice
flowed into our eyes. there was no reason to look back.
but your seed is sapling. your prayers are manifest.
your heart is under threat of investigation.
i love you. don't you
know it's fatal
say this out loud.