i am in your moon
and in your muons
showering you in cosmic rays so outrageous
that even sunspots get real jealous
but they don't know the half of it,
don't even know the freckle dents in your

morning star
don't even know the new scientist in your

mad silentist
and now i'm only rambling,
but even that impresses you
and i'm sending you apple telegraphs
waiting for message jewels
prying my fingernails from your love corkboard
with JUSTENOUGH strength to

aggravate

gravity
while still staying on
good speaking terms
& it's funny how you always want to

say yes!

say yes!
to my fingerprint heartbeat,
chandeliers spillling,
turtle naps &

soup overbrimming—
it's like maybe you know me too well
and maybe i know you enough to know better
but we all know
how good i am
at playing dumb.