Young and drawing in light
‘to grow up,’ holds the
moon’s shadow, swallows
the sun, quickly,
and it’s better than soup
warming the lips/it
burns | move along
or maybe this burning
place will hold
to gravity of the
heart, a slumbering stone,
eyes like a cup
of black tea. But, a human
cares against common sense,
same way I like to sink
into nowhere and give
a world and give a name.
In Due Proportion 