Dear 光 (aka I hope you have time for this poem)--
it’s been a while since you’ve written a poem
or arranged the sonnet, with arranging cut up lines on your living room floor.
it’s been a while since you’ve wandered through 日本町 in your flip flops you’ve worn
since high school graduation. tell dad it was worth the $18.
it’s been a while since you’ve worn a novel Halloween costume
even though you bought three Pokemon onesies last year and decided they were too hot.
it’s been a while since you read tarot cards, letting the king
of swords slip out while sloppily shuffling. (remember when you’d leave out a silver
mug for the goddess Artemis because you always wanted to be a virgin with a big big
bow and you are only half of that
it’s been a while since you texted your brother (because instagram likes don’t count):
Here’s my podcast. Pls share with your friends. Pls share my pictures like how mom
used to make us share those jarred belgian chocolate truffles from Costco.
it’s been a while since you’ve bought new underwear,
or worn a headband, or used a full-size sanitary pad, or touched
something violently pink and fluffy. but--
tonight you read a poem to your partner. this morning you introduced a multigenre project
to 38 undergraduates with no questions asked. and--
last night you popped pills past your lips instead of putting a blade to your wrist,
and slept like you weren’t afraid of dreams.
why yes, thank you for noticing
my name, sharp light
on your soft tongue
peppered with all
the jeweled ikura
just waiting to pop.
you roll my