mortar and pestle
tepid water filling teacups
lukewarm (like your feelings?)
but if there’s so much of it
does that outweigh the problems with the temperature?
I could feel loved by God when I see your face
I could.
but sometimes I only feel hurt.
why do I feel like you already know that?
i feel like safety is too much to ask for anyway
what 19-year-old can grant safety and peace to themselves
let alone a lover?
I feel like I ask for too much, feel like you won’t tell when i do
feel like you miss out on things, too
like maybe you don’t want to be a part of them anymore
are you thinking about how she knew her wife was the one?
i’m thinking about how you could be if you only thought i was.
a tiny corner of the future is wrapped up in this terrarium
crudely assembled, scratched, but shiny
I even know where it goes, I even know what i’ll grow inside it
and tomorrow i’ll find what i need to water it
maybe nothing else knows
but a tiny garden, a tiny glass box of life
will be enough to talk over the questions tonight.