A forest grows in us

A forest grows in us

sunswept sounds

in our sleep, smile.


We give our world

garble of heartbeats

wrapped around


each other, like

trees wrap around

each other.


A swarm of promises,

like moths sprung —

flicker of this across

his awakening face.


La Primavera

(he slept in his clothes

and beautiful

is a jealous god


brick on brick

that knows itself

from the times before


and yet

paying my rent

on the fall of your hair



the price of tobacco

la primavera


It makes sense

the way bricks do math

the rest of my life


putting on his shoes

and totally absorbing

and I guessed I belonged