For Britt & Jason...

Pages of insecurities watercolor roads of chalked...
Distancing our love between broken color of...

Your rosary rests on my chest
like it's praying for me, like it's...

I once twirled the moon
in the palm of my hand...

Tonight's dream was the choreography
of every moment I described you as...

Whisper delicate hourglass,
sand upon fingers; birch of sway...

To the sun, I apologize;
for the moon, has my heart...

When I stopped writing I
swallowed words...

You were a Saturday nightfall;
a thousand phantom leaves would sprawl...

I have tied my past to my ankles.
Birthed from a frail mother...

I have been wearing
the perfume of our past on my skin...

There seems to be
no remedy...