restraint is an art

i intend 

to master.

but my jealousy is erupting

into fits of flowers:

roses for the look,

jasmine for the scent I wore,

one vine of honeysuckle to 

to bind you to summer where I was 

wet and still and your personal swimming pool

you could wade through,

catch some respite,

use.

I’m sending

her a bunch with no clear note

attached:

(forget||forgive||forget

him)

wafting through your bedroom

door and sitting there

much like the way I wear the 

world:.

carefully arranged

and cool.