don’t say something

don’t say you know 

don’t say you feel it too, I feel it

in all my nail beds and hair follicles

and I got a post-it from God 

I can show you, but it says your name,

underlined, told me you got a good soul put in you

so I know we got miles. 

I feel best lately when you let me know 

you thought of me once today. 

this is familiar, good for both of us,

let’s just keep it between the two,

don’t say so. 


Bath & Bay

I’m writing this like you won’t see it,

like you don’t smell of rhododendrons 

and I am not watching true crime. 

I think I will know you in 

five years 

in such a different way

but I am glad to get where we’re going by taking the long road. 

No shotgun, no punch buggy. 

More mix tapes and late night texts about your exes. 

More cross-country dinner plans and finding out we like the same crystals. 

I think you are the kind of magic 

I’d like to make an altar to. 

I think I’d like to show you

how when I try, those walls

break down

(I was born when the Berlin toppled) 

and sometimes humans are the kind of good good,

like sunrises when you’re not too tired and have a cup of coffee

at the perfect temperature and you’re wearing a sweater. Very scenic. 

What I’m saying is I would care to be kind to you

and I don’t need much more than kind in return,

and we will see where that takes us

on this road.