Discretionary Love

and scream hope into my mouth.  Blood.                                Salt.     

1 The morning sun accentuates the prayer plant’s veins. It’s already hot when I think of getting out of bed. Down the hall the children’s

I knew your sadness before I knew your name. I saw it in your eyes, like anchors in those blue oceans that pierced my soul.

My heart never breaks when I do the dishes It only becomes shattered by pure laughter Terrified I will never find another that makes me

On my drive to Christopher’s house, a teen on a motor scooter pops wheelies in the bike lane. 5:00 traffic bumper-to-bumpers it toward destinations. The

I am in an acute state of longing and it is not your fault, but it is: For the past two nights I have dreamt

I took you out when it got dark to look at the stars, far away from intrusive city lights, where we laid the hood of

This is what I see tonight: you splayed out on a mattress, all the clocks set to winter. Because we both know our mutual fallibility,

If you were an IKEA, I’d like to get lost in you. The arrows on the floor are of little help; you try to be