Poems ✍️

it was nothing, spider web strung from branch to blade, and back again-


it meant nothing, comets entering our atmosphere-

it was you, sweet amber musk and a chevy truck in the desert –

it was me, holding my breath and biting my lip -

then it was night and awkward silence -

it was only passion, a solitary moment suspended in mid-sigh,

it was nothing, I said.
the summer we spent laying on our backs
searching for the north star