ten thousand weeks of weakness

  • circular bones
aching

  • spells spells spells
of fainting.

  • tangled curls in mass
of sun 
of unruly
youth

touching my
spine.

  • Is my body too weak
for love?

  • my mind gets cloudy 
as I write you
broken love notes
in  a mixed up language

  • with my scent
lingering 
inside your mailbox

  • inside your pocket
by your ribs
nite by nite.