Teen Ink

   How many more days

till I can call you mine?

I wait

as the moon hangs in the sky,

a bloated orb that fills my eyes,

a waning splinter in my heart.

And I wait

as the sun burns the east.

The hard stars regard me

with cold detachment,

and mock my solitude

as the Spam rots in its

tamper-proof case.

But where are you,

oh, serpent of my seas?

I die a little more each day without you,

as the sun burns and burns,

and the Spam turns green

with shared despair.