cosmic retribution / karma.
foolish to think stealing from boundless seas
would go unpunished, and apart from a
temporary catharsis, we’ve gained nothing.
a passionate confession of love wouldn’t
burn hot enough to sway the disorder
back into order. we’re long past that now.
we decided on a joint autopsy;
i hand you the knife, and
astutely observe from the side,
making note of your dictation.
time is a morsel of nostalgia,
neatly wrapped, adorned with a bow
begging to be opened, and we oblige.
we stand a light year apart, and fold
the laundry once more – we join our
ends of the sky, flip it ninety degrees,
bring it to kiss one another before
folding it on itself multiple times
until it’s small enough.
cinnamon in your eyes,
and your coffee. oh, my
great love, you are a constant
in my life. i'm a known quantity;
and therein lies the blame.
