found love. tore off the tag.
ran shaking fingers
under your heartstrings, ready to
negotiate the
fire burning through
a line already charred and e-
rased. can you swallow
fumes so my lungs can
air out? i pause, you have al-
ready pulled the strings
away.
I’m so lovesick
that I have no original
lines pumping through me.
I feel as though I will
die with this burden
held below my chin.
All I want to do is tape love
letters to your front door
and make everyone you
love fall in love with me.
Would you then reciprocate?
I play house in the arms
of another, waiting for you
to knock on the front door
with a bottle of milk and promises
strong enough to knock out any
decaying secrets.
I know I might become
a desperate housewife, but keeping
you underneath my pen
will make me a millionaire.
Love stories about
the one who got away
always become bestsellers,
but I’ll always be bitter
that you sold me out.
It was love versus tradition.
I would have written it differently.
Todavía te quiero
debajo de mi lengua.
¿Podemos actuar
la segunda
parte de cuentos
de hadas?
Creo que podría
ser la manzana
el príncipe se comió
a unirse a su princesa.
¿Puedo quedarme
con usted cuando
el flujo de los jugos?
Old patterns tell us nothing
more than what we possibly
desire. I burned our old
letters in defiance.
Je t'aime plus
que les battementsde
coeur rapides
dans mapoitrine.
Il me tue quand
vos yeux d'accélérer
le rythme.
Too much love
lays at the edge
of my pen.
I could write
you a love poem
every moment
you're awake.
greatness can only
chase you so far. don't give its
fears road blocks. just go.
Golden Child, dearest love:
You're the white
sands of the islands.
I bury my toes,
break your perfection
with my imprint.
You brush me away.
* Entered into a random contest for Gotham Writers.