if i plucked the moon from the studded
wallpaper that is the sky, would you
still be able to find me in the stars?
no. but i still search for you in the tangled
spiderwebs that connect the walls to
the horizon's edges and the smeared
whispers leeching under the doorstep.
if only fools fall in love, then they'd
say we're the greatest mishap since
Shakespeare. but i'm fine with that
can't help falling in love with you.