Give us a resounding
struggle, one filled
with angst and a lot
of passion
and oh, please
don't forget superstition!
Leotards melting in a spring afternoon,
raindrops nestle into your footprints;
like a wool sweater burrowing
itself into my arms, I swallow
your breath whole.
I loved a man so much that
he called me apathetic.
He's still around,
walking the deserts,
basking,
waiting.