first bloom never lasts

all i need

is you

but

all you need

is i,

which is not

me but you

and which leaves

me as i

and alone

*

childhood picture

on the toilet top

like a shit that

won’t flush but

floats there despite

the inventions of adulthood

and modern plumbing that

gives hope for fresh air

away from here

and there too in

a picture i can’t remember

but that lives and dies

daily

*

everyone is looking

for good love

but love looks

bad on everyone

*

my insides are

bad for a butcher’s business

still my feet touch the snow

socked by winter

to leave footprints

like crocus

that spring summer

and the sniffing tulips

in their eventual death