age lifted something;
a desire to speak every word.
I sit in silence and
watch birds on my blue porch.
I’m the darkest thing there ever
was inside and no longer
effusive in her dealings.

fill the bowl with butts.
fill my thoughts with
that pink air
I wear like a crux.
my purring girl,
you’re the softest thing I ever met.

and love, we know

I want this thing gone.
I want this thing gone, he says.

“Mars in Scorpio”