I believe you believe you meant me no harm,
yet violence was the first way you learned to hold anything.

Science, do not forsake us. / Pretend dying won’t be inglorious / and hard, that we’ll reflect light like gowns / sequined and glittering

Crumbs pattern the plate / like footsteps in snow.

Do you wish for a heart
less like a turnstile or a mother tongue
other than a dollar?

I wait
for your tenderness.
bleeding along
a foreign border,

he bends me over and asks me to call him daddy so i say who? or blocked
number.