it's 4:44 and I've found myself in that state
again

the one where a specific slit in your chest

i don't love you but i need you
to love me. to

text me first and not let me say goodnight.

i

from the silent skittle of insects unseen
and rushing of rivers in uninterrupted streams

- is

”If it didn’t rain, would the trees rise from the ground?”

you sent me a song, when it

streaks of sunlight against
your striped fur.

shadows made of shapes,
moving. these tiny

i want you

to gently take my heels off, one at a time.

i want your chest

under my head and