I wrote your name on all
my folders & drew your

silhouette like a bruise on the back
of my hand O you are an arrow

in my wistful heart you are a
radio that keeps me up each

night in bed but once upon
a time you were a girl with

wings & you let me trace the
fissures in your spine O why

can’t we go back to the time
when you were a cloverfield

& I was a meadowlark in the
engine of your delicate teeth