Van Gogh was born in the wrong century—
and so were you
you painted our first night, and our last
but you forgot the stars
Stray Leaves
my humanity feels heavy in your hands
even the stray leaves on my balcony
ache
I’m yours—
Men on the Moon
but what if I died, Mr. Sandman?
would I still dream?
would the moon still love me
and spend the night?
Flowers and Starry Signs
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 starry signs
and wild flowers
Eyes for Pennies
whenever I struggle to find the right words
I remind myself that poets would starve
if love was grammatical
A Love Letter to the Arabic Script
there is something ancient
about your noble nose
your curved lips—
Allah writes poetry
with the arch of your back
21 Century Eve
I want to have the courage
to take out my bones and
toss them into the sea
a jellyfish
swimming against the current
Tender, Loving Kraken
eight arms, three hearts—
your love must run painfully deep
Caution Tape Around Your Hips
I want you to undress me
the way Autumn undresses the trees
outside your rain-splattered window
Martians at Vaclav Airport
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 —
