this is yellow / don’t talk to /
me about / blue
you found a new quiet
the look of hunger / or fear / (fear of admitting vulnerability or defending it / is also a hunger).
the columns were already falling
Even a natural disaster can’t shake off / the disaster that is love, a woundedness that won’t let you skulk away
To prove she’s stronger than you think, she’ll cartwheel past the dogs that / chase her and somersault over the boys with sticks