mid-february five-o’clock sunset

february 26, 2020

and in the darkness i am glowing

gently pink and blurred i am

flushed and basking in a golden

light. the sun has been set for

hours; here i am rising in its

stead -

 

i am in ecstasy across

the horizon, or in your

room in nothing else,

and i show you the terrifying

ways in which i have bloomed

 

the hidden and sudden overflowering;

i am in the feverish throes of some

sort of saccharine self-destruction.

the deified and blushing sky is

calling to me, and then it is you,

and i am dreaming of grapefruit in

my mouth i am taking

 

pomegranate

seeds from the earth in the dead of

winter.