Xanadu
 

You are a camellia potted on a Steinway basking in my nocturnes. To baptize you is to ruin my vintage black lacquer. Even still, I love...

I check the weather app— cloudy.  I stuff my bag with supplies in preparation: two jackets, an umbrella, and a spare, just in case.  I...

She sits alone in the waiting room — Her leg bounces in an anxious cadence. Every so often a ringing phone joins her ong in uncanny...

What if I was your river In which you dip your hands and take sips,  Letting myself drip down your chin back into myself. At times I am...

I will no longer let myself be a shoelace. The pink laces of a young girl’s light up sneaker. Mud smears the white rubber’s sidesー As the...

The garden you tend to. Your gloved hands lifting me up after a storm— Picking out any weeds that bother me. You are the sun that...

I am the bed you rest in after a long day. I will be the soft white wool blanket  you wrap yourself in when you are cold. You never asked...

I would spend a lifetime waiting for you. Swaying in a sea of yellow —  my hollow stem keeps me afloat. Among the monotonous field of...

What if I was the sailboat gliding  against your harbor? The one rocking  back and forth by your waves, the rope  tightly tied onto the...

If I could be the eyelash  fallen from the rest. Never found by the violent scratch— connected to the irritated hand. I would be...