Apr 8, 2025

04.08.16

My potential life never
seems to disappoint.

It simply glints from
your eyes like icebergs
slowly colliding

Into candlelight.
I study your glow.
It takes all night

to read the script
your body keeps
folded beneath its quiet.
You shape your mouth

without a tremble
suspecting the avalanche.
I prepare for a burial.
We form a body of water.

The truth is when I’m asleep
beside you, I exist
as both particle and wave.

The truth is we’re both adrift
like paper lanterns
above the kaleidoscopic lake.