Night: delicate scent of lavender
scattered on bedroom wallpaper.
through the open window in waves.
I sit on my bed sipping black coffee
with branches of constellations
tangled around my brain like
holiday lights criss-crossing a city
evergreen on New Year’s Eve, when
the snow reflects muddled hues. Girl
onto paper—hey, June, it’s summer,
tattoo your body with the perfume
of citrus orange, all its sweetness
and terrible acidity
scorching your tongue
like a nervous kiss?
Tonight: explain this glowing nostalgia
yet metallic future to me,
all these emotions whirling
in a black massive inconceivable sky,
unless you can’t.
Just release your pen
and savor a breath, washing in
the vast inexpressible.