accidental exposure

newton’s laws never
applied to you. maybe

tomorrow won’t come, and
we will always be a
few gestures short of
decryption. maybe

you are that glint
on the edge of the
horizon; intoxicated
flirtation of a star, of

a wish whispered
into skin that
cannot listen. I

traced so many apologies into
your spine; Dear Amy, my
body is an empty bookshelf
and I’m sorry I couldn’t
give you a perfect ending.
Dear Amy, you are more than
the hands that hollowed you
and made you quiet. Dear Amy,
stunted emotional development
is a blessing but I’m so scared I’ll
hurt you I’m so scared I care
about you, you’re the first person
who didn’t want me selfishly,
the first person to make
the tremors
stop.

there are so many shades
of blue in your eyes
I can’t capture; so many
poems caught in your
hair. I dreamt about you

every night this week;
I was the monster hiding
under your bed.