and when the aphids bow ,lOve
do the ants applaud?
i don’t presume to know your pantry,
but i know my rations run low
and how shameful i feel
that all it would take
is a touch of
you
you
the dapple of sunlight to your skin
i just want someone to hold me and
more than anything that frightens
i’m not ready for that, for any of it.
