In Summer I
went out at night to walk under a bright
sky to imagine someone I shouldn’t
when I think the sun isn’t watching
I hum out the words I’d want you to say
when I think no one can hear.
You’ve woken my stomach and heart,
my insides are tangled and
wrestle down any last
dream of warmth
before I step
back into the
yellow synthetic light
of cold awakeness.
When I think I’ve loved you enough,
the outdoor summer night
churns my organs.
you are arrhythmia .
and I am aching in the most delicious way.