April 18 — Fir(La)st
1 min readApr 18, 2020
I don’t know what to say.
What if in a couple days we
Try again. I just don’t want to
Make such a decision based
On how our evening ended or
How your fingertips taste. Then
Waste these hours, a whole two
And half after your parents going
Up and these moments are made
Of grafted situations others thrive
In. When the last instinct to
Rescind the offer comes, I won’t be
The one to overstate my affection.I’ll go, but you tell me just to stay.
Your top first, then you tell me it’s
Something you’ve considered.
Prostrated, you’ve stated your contempt
For the estate or statement and I
Agree, but it being you, (is this real life
Is this really happening?) and me being
Me, I don’t know else. And welcome how
You might decide to put your life on
Me and mine, and I’m in harmony
Because of every you existing in this
Tempered iron screw, there are pieces
Of broken opal, glowing over all
My life, dug in my skin in rainbow hue.
