when it turned out love wasn’t love a surrender
of foretell the future will come with whatever it bears
cups or fire cancer or night blooming jasmine
it comes knees hyperextended lips chapped lonesome
the era of have fun finally desiccated ground teeth distinct
from laughter which continues glacial melt to mouth
the city kinetic green for a while poppies along
the freeway prodigal radishes crescent moon dew