idyll for someone i haven’t met yet

i.

loving him is

sawdust.

if only two things are true on this

earth, one:

there is a god.

i’m getting really good at recognizing

parables. two: you are not him. loving him

is diesel. please let me

graze. he is tomato

leaves or loving him is too

rough.

ii.

i don’t think i’m allowed

to call myself a magpie anymore.

if i can’t sing, you’ll call me

blackbird because i won’t use

my words.