It's hard being a teenager, especially when you're 30
someday we must sever
like the stars and the moon
though I dream of forever
starless nights come too soon
I will whisper our names
during those dark hours
tracing the branches of my veins
until my life lines
draw flowers, and starry signs
whenever I struggle to find the right words
I remind myself that poets would starve
if love was grammatical
there is something ancient
about your noble nose
your curved lips—
Allah writes poetry
with the arch of your back
I want to have the courage
to take out my bones and
toss them into the sea
a jellyfish
swimming against the current
eight arms, three hearts—
your love must run painfully deep
I want you to undress me
the same way Autumn undresses the trees
outside your rain-splattered window
I will change my bedtime prayer from take me with you, Elon to don’t forget me, Prague, for it’s either the most beautiful city in the world or the rest of world is just ugly —
a broken radio crackles to life
solitary is the wind
whistling your name—
we set the city on fire
built a bridge between our dreams
and drove across it, into the night
just two kids, waiting to be swept away
by Peter Pan
with regard to his dark devices—
my leaves have fallen in love
with terror and hurricanes
