forget beauty,
I want to blend with the sky
when it’s dark and grey but the sun
is lighting up from behind
and there’s iced green tea in
a woman’s hand and
not far away there’s two people falling
in love, or off a cliff, or into each other.
forget beauty,
I want the moon when it looks
like a shellscape and the pale pink clouds
cling to the blue floating like birds.
I want to eat the whole world, and
consume it into my ravenous belly.
remember how the rain sounded when we were children?
I remember my how my mom’s hair smelled when it needed a wash.
I remember a lot of things
like old names and the address of my grandparents’ house
but I know I’m also forgetting.
