honey. listen here. you can’t see
or know who i am, but i’ve been thinking
about this gap
about this refusal to love anything else.
about you, i guess. about you. i wish
the brain was more callous than it is, so
i might push this meandering want as far
away from me as possible. but all i can do is want.
& watching is pretty close to that
i wish touching were possible
through an ocean, or a screen. wish something
magical was arriving, so filled with grief i’m
your damn apostle, you are as scintillating as
wet lips on marble,
a pearl smudged to utter decadent completion.