(distraction)
We could be eating pasta. Or
waiting for a left-turn
signal. Your elbow
comes to mind.
How I’ll hold
it.
Bite you.
Tag: you know who
Return
ii.
The gift I meant to send
to you,
I opened.
Because you
are never coming back.
Even now
you are slipping through
the shadows. Like
a thousand
hexagons, you turn
divide and turn,
divide and
turn.
Remember
the harvest honeycombs?
…the end-of-Summer sweet?
You are never
coming back.
The gift I meant to send.
I opened.