yesterday the floor cracked once more.
I am going mad. if I want to have,
I can hoard but ice packs watch them glow for a split moment and latterly vanish .
I think we should overlook love,
especially as it is but natural to eat first.

you put the soup bowl bluntly on the table. from one side there comes that unseen, permanent
cavity – the metro up here, your averted face radiating
only to territories for the hands.
you sit and stay still.

I would give anything to have you. words are falling into crumbs on the floor.
a devastating hunger stretches me out to your mouth
but the canion has dug even more.
if I don’t do something right now we will never see each other again.

the spoon startles and loosens enormously, it is the last drop
that I am sneaking between your lips.