Everyone’s Silence

more sugar        I intend to feel

two stars compete for my attention

the whole photo

specifically a sister
putting sugar in her coffee

I was on wheels              redundant

gave you a fork                     you needed a spoon

your eye on something           the death of our friendship

sent me a map of celestial schools
I was my own suitor

hotter, hung-over

an orange you bit into

there are some good looking women in this city

the way your teeth held my upper lip

our arms crossed
our words of broken clay