be beautiful

so i just keep reading
love is a dog from hell
and my thoughts are tangled in
our impossibility
and i dont mind

tonight is a night that must be bikeridden
tonight is a night for streetlamplight
through spiderwebs

the months cannot make me love you less,
cannot shake from me
the impression
of your smile
or of your skin, once
how your hands pressed
my knees.


Caffeine Arts Collective
West Coast Translation Review
Poetry International