BAISER

I wish

I could

tack mistletoe

up on

every door

of every

room and

Christmas would

last forever.

 

 

 

 I STILL THINK ABOUT MY EX-

 

She is a kaleidoscope--

her heart's wings,

 

this burning estate in my chest

the size of a city,

 

the way she sails

into rooms,

 

I sleep, faithless,

without her.

 

I hope God doesn't sentence me

to one thousand years

 

without her.