I was just minding my own business,
just sitting around, all by myself,
waiting for something shitty to happen,
when you showed up again, waving, waving
your long arm and buttered toast fingertips,
and asking if I miss you, which I do,
which I do, which I do, which I do,
and then you left, again, teeth without lips.
Come over here, my doe-eyed once darling,
and kiss me when you do that. Kiss me when
you kick the bread crumbs and the pigeons laugh,
when you toss out your hands and make the sun.
You, I do. Under your sky, I do.
published in Big Other