Dirt wings

To ruin love

fall in love

and to love ruin

fall in love

and to love love

fall in ruin

*

I’m caught here

in the empty whole

of a garden

with no plants

and the slumber

of other hands

and another sun

not found

here

where my hands block

the full whole

with a shadow

that looks like a butterfly

with wings spread among the dirt

in the right light

and darkness alike

*

There is only one

this

and that is it

though this is

something else entirely

and it is that