I want to be such a distraction right now. Distance
makes of us virgin again: swollen, incapable
objects. I’m thinking of what I would do with you –
if not for party & people around, if not
apart & lockless. Guess what colour my pants are
today. You’re right of course! They just aren’t there
& I wore them like that for you. Tell me
what you want to do. Let me make it easy.
Each letter that old soldier wrote he signed With truest love.
& Once: I miss your apple trees. If hunger alone
could deliver me home, I’d consume your full production.
That kept her blush for winter days, months with nothing
but living in them
Honey we could live in them –
Hey. I want
another go. I don’t want any questions. Like that, like that like that
Michaela Coplen