when the new moon comes
first you will forget
and fall asleep
when love calls
already dreaming
and so you answer truthfully
i will take this shape
good morning
is there a crowd of words
untangled from distribution
marry me in the waves of mine enemies
take this chalice for the cup is my body
for sacred my pouring
alchemy suffering into thy bliss
deeper than the multiverse
and so shallow
i hold you to loving me forever
like you said you would when you were inside me
it’ s not the whole of war i want
but mended my terrible articles
on righteous truth
no way to scatter poems
to take the place of bodies bombed
no way to poem
our way out of here
this field: this field of meet
where you slice apart the what next
languages extinct
the mantra of morning never leaves our lips
i will choose better next time
