i listen to the sound of you falling asleep.
in harmonious accompaniment with the morning birds.
shy smiles, biting fingernails.
the distance between us feels too great.
come here, closer, so that i can rest my head on your chest.
so i can walk my fingers north up the magenta line
tracing back to conversations about nothing.
the acidity of the vinegar sauce is something i can’t take.
echoed by the clicking of chopsticks, the downpour of broken dumplings, and silent flowers floating in martini glasses.
we joke about haikus and bubblegum
and couple it with the seriousness of a d e – b r i e f.
let me wear that ring once more.
won’t you come here?
closer. so that i can rest my weariness on your shoulders.