you said if I could be anything I would be the moon

back before I understood gratitude

did you know I spent an entire cycle
feigning sleep along the edge of your bed
just willing your body to rest against my shadows?

on the 28th day when you came to me
it was the perfect goodbye
I wonder if you hear me now
after 9 years have grown by
do you hear me?

I am saying hello

the shape of my heart

is not the right one
for valentines
we’ve learned to lie
with our paper
cut-outs
the even-ing out
of two sides
as if making love
neat and pretty
will help us to catch it
but inside my chest
is a mess of red hiding pink
uneven and bulbous
just waiting for someone
to smooth it over
see it bare
until all the ugly
is only something
we used to be afraid of