Aesthete Heart

“My daughter wouldn’t hurt a spider That had nested Between her bicycle handles For two weeks She waited Until it left of its own accord If you tear down the web I said It will simply know This isn’t a place to call home And you’d get to go biking She said that’s how others Become refugees isn’t it?”

“—who will press, now, his heart over my heart to warm me?”

“I am so busy. I am practicing my new hobby of watching me become someone else. There is so much violence in reconstruction. Every minute is grisly, but I have to participate. I am building what I cannot break.”

“You have the sun in you, and the softness, and the clarity.”

“No longer shy about how I love. My eyes open. You are everywhere.”