spill me over
pretty little teacups
in a love poem
seeing us upright
we have finally
found our seats–
well maybe not
all the marks yet.
some seatbelts wrangling
still to come,
luggage missing but
my dear–
here is everything we need,
everything we are
i have always used poetry
to redefine tragedy
but in these teacups
maybe that’s not all it needs to be
have a steering wheel
a careful tetris of all our shoes
empire state picnic baskets
the goneness of some sort of fragility
here we are
with your green jacket
(I swear if you ever leave that behind somewhere
I will parachute down to get it)
sticky notes & pages I will fill you into
here we are
& all we need now
is a destination