Have birthday
cake right
on the kitchen
counter I would
dearly
love to
meet you
again
In a loop
having
birthday
cake.
The time
lapse thing
we do
Sped up
escalators
Stone faces
I always
take
the stairs
in the light rail
two at
a time
completely
destroyed
always
destroyed
You
a little
endless
picture
perfect
monosyllabic.
I’m jungle
Asian
In the
middle
of a
battle
& a perfect
beat on
The radio,
what touches
& dips
The ribcage,
changes the
soft center
of gravity
of our
understanding
& nothing kills
me more
like
a moment
like this.
It’s like
not wanting
to leave
The car.